Now, it looked like she and Sandy were hitting it off pretty well.I wondered how Sandy had explained her presence there. She'd probably just said she ...as a "friend" of mine. Or maybe she'd told Amy I was a neurotic personality and she was my keeper.I got no attention from Sandy, but I did get two more hits -- a single and a double -- for the night.When I got home, I had a call from Sandy on my answering machine again. The message was the same -- don't call, but she would be at the game the next. It was indeed time to take a few more risks than usual. At the tight right-left Rettifilio Chicane, I did not drop down to second gear as I had on each of the previous fifty-two laps. Instead, I only dropped to third gear, the right-side tires bounding hard over the rumble strips, taxing the suspension, with the worn tires, enough tread had been chewed away by the pavement and my one off-track excursion ten laps earlier that the undertray actually briefly scraped the track as the left-side. “I know”, I interrupted. “You were in the same condition seconds ago.”“You saw me?… oh of course you were”“Yeah, I did see you in your tank… I am impressed” I said“Impressed by what?”“The shape of you, my lady”“Really,” she said as she turned towards me.“yeah” I turned too.“So what do you like particularly”“You… your whole personality” I said and then there was a pause.She kissed me. But suddenly she stopped, perhaps in regret. Though we spent most of our time together, we were not officially. His cock also began to grow, as I made sure he was squeaky clean again. I would have stayed in the shower but knew that I really wanted to fuck Holly. “If you are ready, we need to go enjoy the next part of your fantasy and fuck the daylights out of your wife.” After toweling off each other, we made our way back out into the rec room to find Jen sitting on the top of the sofa back, legs spread with Holly on all fours and her head buried in Jens magnificent pussy. You could tell Jen loved it as.