She thanked me and liked my letter. Over time, I gave her more letters, confided different things to her and got a bit spicier. She eventually began h...nding me notes and we looked forward to the exchanges. There were days when I would not have a note and she would be upset. If I did not get one from her, it didn't bother me much. Her face would light up when I handed her a note and I always smiled when she did the same. Always nice to see - just as much as how her cute little ass filled out her. Adele is kissing me passionately as her partner, Sam, removes my gown.My full-on, ten-inch erection is poking out of my gown as I tease it with a fingertip. “Your cock is huge, fucking huge,” Sam mutters as he removes his gown.Sam is stroking his average size erection as he and his partner ogle my erection as I lightly stroke it for them, standing with my legs apart.“We both want to have you, your cock is magnificent,” Adele whispers as she has one hand on my erection and the other on her. Another MILF chimed in to say she'd seen them together in Evanston two weeks before the show. Well, that was all the proof these girls — sorry, women — needed. By the time we got to the interstate show, the MILF collective had decided that an injustice needed to be avenged, and none of the other women eligible for Robin's division showed up to contest her right to a ticket to Las Vegas.In horse racing, they have something called a walkover. The horse gets saddled, gets a rider, and walks over. . just the basics, of course ... not all of the juicy details ... and asked if I could wash up at his place afterward. He agreed, so I drove over there, showered, put on a clean change of clothes, and then spent the whole day out.”“Did you let Mom know where you were?”“What? And ruin the fun?! ... Naw ... I wanted her to wonder where I was and when I’d come home ... or IF I’d come home ... Wanted to keep her guessing, my boy,” he smirked. “Found out later that after counting to 100, she had.