“Mike mentioned that he was jostled into Tempe, and her butt probably jammed back onto Dale’s thumb. That’s the only possible explanation for hi... injury,” Mrs. Bumstead replied.“That must have been one hell of a jostle, Karen!” Mr. Williamson incredulously said.“Well, Tony crumpled into Mike, so I could see that action driving Mike into Tempe, and then Tempe’s backside into Dale’s thumb like this.” Mrs. Bumstead then took her left thumb and pressed it backward with the palm of her right. .I used them as cover, to seek a peak at her legs, knees which were coming out of her skirt...Anyway, we came to the place...bought the tickets and she took my hand and said, "Make a lady out of me.." smiled and there was I holding this hot lady under my arm...Race started and we sat really close to start line, danm those machines make your whole body shake a vibrate when they fly out...she was kinda surprised by all that, and she was really enjoying it..."whooa, look at this goose bumps, this. Ted handed me another glass of champagne just as the doorbell rang and and butterflies hit my stomach. Ted told me to finish my champagne and join them all in the bedroom when I was ready.Maybe 10 minutes later after finishing my drink, drying off and rubbing a good amount of lube into my pussy I wrapped a towel around me and wander into the bedroom. Lewis and mike were standing at the end of the bed talking to Ted both playing with their incredibly big cocks, Mike’s was a little shorter than. Sherry veered off to go talk with some friends she’d spotted, while Rob and me continued to the bar. Lupita was nowhere to be seen, no doubt back in the kitchen preparing food. Chubby looked up and saw us approaching, and I nodded at him. “Hey Chubby, how’s it going?” He grinned. “Robby and Dave! Hey buddies, how’s it hangin’?” I shrugged. “The usual for me, about six or eight degrees to starboard, depending on crosswinds. You’ll have to ask Rob about his, I don’t keep track of it.” Rob.