"Are you okay?" Er yes. No. I just feel... a bit poorly." Oh dear. Can I get you a drink of water?" Uh... Yes. Please."She got up and went to a concea...ed sink in the back, returning quickly,and handing it to me, concern in her eyes. I took it and sipped somedown, wishing I hadn't come in."I thought for a minute you felt faint because I'd stumbled on some darksecret." Sangeeta flashed her eyes and then giggled.I giggled too. "Not hardly." I cleared my throat then set the glass downand she went. In that brief moment, I had demanded and been given some control back. My dick remained confidently hard.I shoved myself into her ass and she moaned. Slowly, I pushed further into her. It was smoother than I had expected and this encouraged me to pick up the pace pushing deeper and more vigorously in and out my thighs pressing comfortably against her bum. I thought she's be keeping up with me but she was strangely quiet. I slowed down and reached around to cup a tit. As I squeezed her. It had a big NASCAR emblemon the back. "Mom this is great. It looks just like what pit-crew guys wear." You can wear it to protect your clothes for working on your bike, paintingmodels, anything like that."I went to the hall mirror to check it out. That's when I saw that it had my namestitched onto the shirt pocket. Spelled "Robbie." In Script. Stitched with pinkthread on to the blue cloth. Underneath the name was a checkered flagemblem.I looked like a pit crew mechanic all right...on a girl. I guessed she was trying to time her orgasm to that of the long haired actor on the video. Her head was back, her eyes closed and her breath was very ragged. Looking at the TV the long haired brunette had started to come, loudly. Sandy had lost the race but after about 20 seconds she climaxed. She made a sort of “mmmmm” noise and there I could see the tummy jumping about as the aftershocks ran through her. I crept back to the kitchen and listened quite expecting the video to be turned off..