"I'll try to have someone call you to pick me up after the race," I said to Peter as I got out of the car a block from the start line. There was a mob...that took up most of the block. I waited in line to register which was no more than showing my driver's license and picking up my number.The Senator's number is 5. He will be checking in at the last minute so hang around the table. When the crowd spreads out you should be able to pick him up. That was the message from the controller.I waited. She unlocked the door and walked in with me standing there fully clothed but with my cock in my hand stroking it, then her friend walked in behind her. Her friend gasped as she was not expecting to see this sight. "Oh, umm, we have a thing that when one of us comes home sometimes the other will be ready for some sexual activities" she told her friend"Well, I've already seen it so let's not waste this opportunity" her friend told her. I was still standing there stroking my cock. The ex was not. When he told her, it was more in the tone and manner as a command rather than a request. My wife did not complain, though. She appeared to aspire to perform this as bad as Jerry desired it. Pat or I could not do anything but to watch in suspense as my wife moved in front of Jerry and unfasted his pants. Any deficiency Pat or I had cock size-wise, Jerry made up for. As his dick sprang free, he was already rock hard and huge. Jerry had to have at least three inches over my five-inch length, while. " "Okay, see you in twenty minutes. Thanks Bill." Before she hung up I heard Mel start shouting again, "Hey, you fucking bitches! Billy Bob Billy Boy is com-" the call disconnected. I looked back at the computer screen. The two avatars were still just standing next to each other. I switched my microphone back on. "Hi, Magda?" "Hi GodSlayer," she responded, sexily. "So are you going to show this sweet innocent paladin how you milk that big hard mage horn of yours?" "Sorry, I can't," I said.