Greg came over, took her hand, and felt like a baller as he led her out to trackside, betting slips in hand.Karen didn’t really pay any attention to... the race as it started and mostly just looked around at all the people. She felt appropriately dressed, and felt a little better about Greg since the guys there ranged from practically homeless looking to formal attire. Somewhere in the middle outfit was better than he normally did. The only really bad part was that this was apparently the last. Instinctively I pushed my ass out into him wanting him to fuck me right then and it seemed he wanted the same thing because he stopped stimulating my clit and grabbed my hips to hold me steady for him to push into me hard.“Fuck!” I screamed because I wasn’t expecting it that hard but loved the feeling at the same time.He was like an animal pounding into me hard and fast and holding my hips like a vice grip. It didn’t take long for him to cum inside of me but I knew it wasn’t over. I stood up. She had large breasts, which were accentuated by her thin overall figure. She was only maybe 5’2 and barely 110 lbs, but had good curves hiding under her slightly baggy sweatshirts she liked to wear.We met 2 to 3 times a week, depending on when the swim team had meets. Everything was going relatively normal until one day when I had to take a phone call during our session. I told her it may take a while as I was conducting some business and that she should feel free to use my computer. I ended. My hands slither down his fine body, clutching at his shirt, untucking it and roaming the hot flesh beneath. So tight and exciting. His knee slides between my thighs and I grind against it. I can barely believe how needy I am. The state of my panties transfers a wet patch to his jeans but neither of us notice. The only thing tumbling through my mind is how fast I can get him disrobed to feel him nudging my slick entrance. To feel him split me open.On autopilot I fumble his belt buckle,.