The smelly old man who had tried her out before her auction had truly been just as smelly as she had feared when she saw him at her party and his cock... she remembered, had tasted vile. And the gnarled and battered old man who had been a surprisingly potent and well-endowed, but a fierce lover, battering her cervix with his length. And the cruel looking man who had proved an excellent, smooth and considerate lover who had excited her very much. She hoped he had been the father, but the fact. Ye sunte he main aur jor se uske boob chusne kaga uar wo aaaaahhhh karne lagi tabhi maine ek haaath se uske peticoat ki dorri kholi di aur uskiblack panty me thi main thodi durr jakar use dekhta raha wo sharma gayi aur mujse liptkar kiss karne lagi tabhi usne apne ek hath se mere pain khol diay aur underwera ke andar hath daal kar mere lund se khelene lagi aur boli ye to bahot garam aur rod jaisa kadak ho gaya hai. Maine bola ye tumhare liye hai jaan aur main dhire dhire uske boobs ko chuste. “Boss, this is the coolest! Our passes say we can stay in the pit area during the race. Do you do that?”“No, because you can’t really see the track. Our seats are really good - just past the Start-Finish line, and high enough to see the entire track. The only downside is that we can’t get from there to Victory Lane if Bill were to win.”“I’ve never been to a race live,” Terry said.“Then I’d strongly suggest you come up in the stands with us. I think you’ll love it.”We hung out until they pushed. Alex was seated facing the aisle and just stared at the women passing by turning his head and taking videos of the women walking away. I was busy reading a magazine while he was busy staring at the women. Another lady sat on the other side of the aisle just next to Alex and he was so excited that he elbowed me to let me know. I turned my head and watched him trying to say Hi to the woman. At first, she ignored him, probably didn't know what to say to him and Alex continued staring at her with.