We were into friendship like two person one heart. We used to share everything and like other teen age people, we mostly used to discuss about sex and...politics in our college. Because of our Indian tradition or you can say it as a cultural impact.We hardly get any chance to mix up with girls especially in all small towns in our country. Frustration and helplessness were killing our high urge to have sex and at same time we were so excited all the time about fucking and sex gossip about any. My Aunt had taken the opportunity on the more or less empty beach to sunbath without any top on. Well, she had a one piece bathingsuit so she had to push it down over her pointy breasts and let it stop on her wide hips, just above the hairline of her pubis. The naked breasts rose, after a while, only sporadic interest from me. I had enough to do with my new snorkel and was eagerly exploring the seabed and watched the crabs and small fish scatter in and out of the seaweed with fascination. It. In my minds eyes, she's sitting on my lap kissing him and pushing her pussy down on my cock, I whisper to her I have a surprise for you. I smile and holding her arms tightly as I say come on in and a tall, mature black man walks in , I look at my wife and she said are you sure of this? What do you expect that is going to happen with this...and you'll not be jealous in the morning? With the black man easing off his clothes, I say definitely, as I slide my cock out of her. I reached around. He invited us there, and we could have gone to Victory Lane. I said I wanted to come up here with you guys so we could actually see the race, but that I’d probably regret it in four hours. So here we are, up in the stands and Bill is in Victory Lane!”“Are you upset?” Kara asked.“No,” I chuckled. “It’s cool. Honestly, we came to watch the race, and it’s not like I could talk to Bill with all those reporters and NASCAR officials hanging out there. We’ll see him in Atlanta.”August 18, 1986,.