I could hear the amusement in Swan’s voice as she said, “I think you’re safe from the sun now…” I must have blushed redder than a tomato bec...use she was giggling out loud. “Here,” she said, hading me her own lotion as she lay down on her towel. With a sigh, I uncapped the bottle and surveyed her back. I dripped out enough to cover it and began to massage it in. Again I could feel the strength that was at her core. She sighed contentedly as I applied oil to her legs. Her calves were shapely, her. ‘Good, very good.’‘You know my name from the race lists.’‘Knew it weeks ago.’‘And the start times are advertised.’‘You’re guessing all my secrets,’ she said.‘The other’s have always been two hours late,’ I said.‘Because they never guessed the trick,’ she said. ‘You could go now, if you want; but you won’t record a good time.’‘I’ve already had the best time ever,’ I said.‘Another right answer.’ She rolled onto her side and a finger traced it’s way across my chest and ended under my chin, gently. The 41 year-old sissy business owner kissed the head and licked down the shaft.“Ahhhhhh,” groaned Chris. He took a fistful of Sequoiah’s copious platinum dyed Afro. “That’s right be a good faggot for Daddy!” He thought back to the night he first met the cocksucker.It wasn’t long after he’d become a sworn officer. He was doing some off duty security work at Hail Mary’s, a sports bar. It was late on a Tuesday and the establishment called it Pride Night. There were all manner of patrons from the. She started gazing into his eyes, panting so loud I could hear it. She was being fucked like a rag doll. Her moans were consistent and fierce and her body began shaking as she was reaching a climax like I had never seen before. As he slowed down they began to kiss, Mike turned around placing her in a seated position back on the boxes as his cock never left her pussy. She took off her shirt and bra, exposing her perfect perky tits. She was soaking wet with the glimmer of sweat beads. The sweat.