"Go ahead. Pull down your shorts, honey" Ruth said. Mortified, Arthur complied.Mable gasped. "I don't believe it! It's even smaller than my husband's....How do you expect to get a girl pregnant with that thing? Why that's not a cock, it's a weenie!Mable glared at Arthur, daring him to answer. Cynthia was too embarrassed to say anything. Mable regarded Ruth with more affection. "Don't mean no harm, Ruth, honey, but you've got to admit, we've given him a fair chance. I think it's time we follow. And there seemed to havebeen a camera watching our particular row of seats for a lot of the time.Apart from remarks such as "the audience are really enjoying the show,"the commentator did not make any specific comment about Geraldine and I,but really the television pictures spoke for themselves. It was prettyobvious that our wives had dressed us up and put us on display. Our make-up was ever-so-slightly overdone. Our blouses were a little too small sothat our bras showed through and the buttons. I drank it all and once again inserted my nose in her wet pussy. She was thrilled with my action and held my hairs with hand and forced me to lay on the bed. She came on to me and started rubbing my dick over her pussy. I told her ‘ Mam , Please slow karna, ye mera first time hai’ ( Please do it slowly , its my first time). She assure me there wont be pain for me. She then Applied some saliva on my dick and then pressed her pussy on my dick.It went it. I closed my eyes and she started pushing. " Last years winner said as she smiled at the hunks of flesh the young men in the race were. Even in their skiwear. "Watch yourself and GO!"The racers were off in a colorful blur of ski jacket colors. In the front of the line was John's girlfriend Jennifer with her long raven hair that reached all the way to her rear end. She twitched her hips around the bumps on the slope and took off into the air as she jumped a few of the mountain's mounds. "Maybe I should have paid more attention to that.