It was like a balcony level. Then there was the floor whichwas surrounded on three sides by a wall, low enough you could see over buttoo tall to reach... over too far. And on each wall were 8 holes, 24 in all. Rightat groin level and just the right size for a guy's cock and balls. 24 gloryholes with hooks beneath them. The other side of the arena had a door thatled back to the some other rooms. The sand of the arena floor was new and wasa fine white sand. A long table was set in the middle of the. What’s your twenty?” Cowpoke replied.“Cowpoke, roger that, we’re a little further away, at eighteen miles northeast of Ithaca. Looks like you’ll beat us there, but we’re truckin’ along ‘til we get there, if you can hold on. That’s the trouble with a slightly larger group, of course. We’ll do our damnedest to get there before the chickens come home to roost. We’ve banned rest stops for a few hours now, though I don’t know much longer we can hold off on them. After all, we need to fuel up, too.. So I had plenty of time enjoying that pair of clothing I had found.I immediately locked my room and removed my pants and underwear. First I took a deep breath, smelling that fresh dirty-panty filled with my landlord’s elder daughter’s juices. Then I kept that on my bed and arranged it in such a way so I can lay over it and put my hard, long, thick dick on that wet point!That feeling.. I cannot describe it in words. I started humping Shikha’s panty like I was fucking that little angel and. Everything in there was twenty years old..maybe thirty, including the comforter. I stepped in, he closed the door and smiled. He was a little heavier than he looked from his pictures..and a little older looking too. He was wearing Khakis and a golf shirt and socks...no shoes. After he flipped the door lock over, he held out his hands for a hug and told me I am more beautiful than my pics. I could barely even say Thank You because of the lump in my throat, I just kinda nervously.