" I opened my eyes and saw the two hot blondes that had entered the stadium first and were running around the track. They were bent over towards me an... I had a perfect view of two sets of awesome jugs that hung in their sports bras, heaving with their breathing. Their faces looked concerned and dripped with perspiration. The one who had spoken first continued. "That looks so painful," she said, with a gentle and compassionate look. She reached out and stroked my face, smiling. She stood back up. Out in the hall was a single guy. He was in his 30s, trim and clean cut—very good looking. In order to demonstrate just what I was interested in, I pulled my dick from my shorts to show it off. Now, I am pretty well endowed with a dick just a few millimeters short of eight inches, so he took notice. Walking over, he reached out to give me a squeeze and I motioned him into the open large booth.Once inside, I stripped off my tee shirt and shorts while he pulled down his jeans to unhitch a nice. It was me who moved first. I raised myself a bit and started undoing his belt. He was in a trance watching me do it. My smile so wide it hurt my cheeks. He took off his shirt right before I finished unzipping his pants. He tossed it away, revealing a hairy chest and a slight beer belly. In his mid-forties, he had seen better days. To me, he was still so sexy. When he pulled down his briefs, I was delighted at what sprung from under them. “Oh my, Daddy. It’s so... thick.” He smirked. She reached down and moved the lever to scoot her seat backwards, then leaned it back. When she was done, he slipped his hand between her legs and pulled them apart. Rochelle spread her legs as wide as she could in the cramped car interior, and James slid his hand up her leg until he found her damp heated pussy."I really like this shaved little slut pussy," he said, rubbing a finger between her wet, swollen lips. Rochelle moaned and closed her eyes, giving herself over to the sensations James.