You'd have to be a guy who strictly likes guys not to want more than a second look at Tracy. That or be totally into walking advertisements for the si...icon industry. Sue's told me several times that Tracy's been "cock crazy" ever since she found out what they were. Perhaps she's been a little alone since moving back, but obviously nowhere in the world is there a shortage of cocks ready to go crazy over the likes of her. I'll easily admit I've had my fun thinking about her now and then, not that. Her music pounded and my eyes were on her for the duration of the short trip.Upon entering her large home, set back from the street and accessed via a rambling pathway through the heavily wooded front yard, I wondered if she'd offer me a drink, or spend some time in the living room. She, however, stayed with the direct approach."Follow me," she said over her shoulder as she started up the wide, winding stairway.What can I say? I followed.Her bedroom was massive and its centerpiece was a large. ’ He looked confused, but she smiled. ‘I’ve got something different in mind for you today.’ With that, she patted his butt and ushered him out of the hallway and toward the bedroom. ‘Get in there and relax, and I’ll be right in.’ A few minutes later he had shed his clothes and lay on the bed, eyes half-closed, breathing slowly. He started slowly fondling his cock, growing semi-hard while wondering what his sexy wife had in mind this time. Before long, she entered the bedroom with swaying hips. He didn't go far, but he was out of my sight. I wondered what he was thinking. I didn't know what to think. I was more fucked, more fucked up than I could ever imagine. I waited for seconds or hours. He came back and set something behind the chair. He sat down and told me we weren't done. I climbed back up, unable to look at his face. Crack! I immediately tried to position my clit, but he just lifted my hips away. “No! Don't you dare!” Crack! He slapped my hand down. I wept again at this new.