As they trail back up her legs, dancing along her thighs, her legs part and I let my fingers Seek the heat I know is there. She’s already wet, her j...ices flowing over my fingers as I stroke her. Gently, but insistently, I caress her, searching for her clit. As I find it, she gasps, shuddering beneath me, her nails painlessly digging into my shoulder blades.”Oh…” she gasps. I slowly remove my fingers. Carefully positioning myself, my arms against the floor beside her head, I slowly push into her. Cheryl lets go and freshen up a little.” We went to the restaurant’s girls’ room. They took off their skirts and blouses and we washed our breasts, thighs and our cunts. We went to rent a hotel room. I went in without Dawn and Abby. When I got in I saw two other girls in the bed. They are only 16.Dawn and Abby called from the other room. I went in and sat them. We rubbed each other’s thighs and finger fucked each other again. We sat up and I saw us in the mirror. We looked so hot if I were a. Jack approached me a month before the season started, with a proposal to resume racing. His son, Mark, had grown up playing around the race shop, now he wanted to drive. He had convinced his parents, despite the wreck still on the trailer in the hauler bay, that asphalt racing would be much safer than the dirt track I had been hurt on. He had a kid's wildly optimistic idea of how easily we could convert the frame I had been working on, still tacked-together on the jig, to run pavement. The. “Well, not by name,” she said, her hips taking up a rhythm.“Tell me about it,” he said.“They’re best friends or something. I always see them together. Anyway, one of them is divorced.”She didn’t say anything more, so Bobby prodded. “Okay.”“She wanted to know about our baby,” said Jill. “You know, like who the father was and all that.”“And you told her?”“Of course not, silly,” she said, slapping his chest lightly. “But then she wanted to know how I found you.”“So you told her?” he said.“No! Will.