”She laid her head back, allowing me to continue. I could tell her orgasm was nearing. Same as before, she started moaning louder and louder and I...could feel her hips starting to push up. She “oohed” and “ahhed” louder and louder, telling me to suck her tits harder over and over again. When she started saying this, my cock was rock hard. Her asking me to suck harder acknowledged that I was giving her sexual pleasure and that she was loving it.She finally gave out a loud “AHH!” and her body. I guess of the three of us,I was the only one who didn't have a solid role to play in the actualracing, and they wanted me to feel like part of the team.Oh, I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Carol Petty-Foyt. The oldest ofthree children who are the direct descendants of racing royalty. My sisterAlison is the grease-monkey - give her an engine, and she can pull itapart and put it back together again in no time flat.Then there is Michael, or as he is popularly known now, the Earth Racer.If. She was looking around the bedroom & I could tell she was not sure what to do with herself. She looked at me again. "What?" she asked. I pointed at the bed. She held her bath towel as if she knew what I was going to do next. I took hold of it & pulled her nearer. As I did, I turned her around so she was facing the bed. "I'm cold" she nervously giggled. I gently pushed her onto the bed & started to finger her freshly shaved pussy. She was wet. Really wet. I softly played with her clit and she. Mark swore silently at the mental picture formed by her words and positioned his body to allow a better angle for penetration; his big knob plowing a furrow in her hot lips, a little deeper with each movement until finally he was in her and stroking her with half of his shaft.They took turns, he holding still as she pumped her hips back and forth and then hooking her leg up his side to allow him to gain depth and pleasure. He pulled her cheeks apart, his big fingers digging into her crease.They.