I opened the pad and my mouth dropped. There was a sketch of a woman that looked somewhat like me with a boy with a giant cock. She was putting lube o... her hands and it was obvious that she was going to give the boy a hand job.I looked through the pad and saw more sketches that had mature women that looked like teachers or my friends with boy’s that had really big cocks. Many of them had cum shooting all over. My pussy actually grew wet at the sight of the perverted thoughts that were being. Tracy sucked down the bits of ice from her old wine cooler, but then the new strange woman put two other drinks down on the table. Tracy said that her friends had bought them. One was a Tequila Sunrise and the other was some type of rum that Tracy knew Nick really liked. The woman smiled and threw out a “Hi.” She held up the Sunrise up for Tracy to drink, but yet another song started up and Tracy just put the drink down and went in search of another dance partner. A dance partner other than. It felt the same as when we were teenagers and we already had a strong love for each other. Being apart made us ache.Every day our conversation was similar. I wanted to dive into the phone and hold her. I could hear the loneliness in her voice, and I know she felt mine. I didn’t hide it very well. We tried phone sex one night.“Beth, was that good for you?”“It didn’t feel bad. How about you?”“Honestly, it felt empty and a little selfish. Don’t get me wrong—orgasms are fine. But it’s being with. ”“One-seventy!” Marcie said. “Really?”“I thought that would catch your attention,” Liz said. “I keep it in Nashville. I rarely drive it. But if you want to visit sometime, we’ll go out to the speedway and give it he-...”She glanced guiltily toward the boys.“A try,” she corrected. “That’s the only place I’ve really opened it up. I got scared at a hundred and backed it down. I almost crashed it because of the banking on the turns.”“I’ve never driven on a speedway,” Marcie said. I had sat down on.