Closing the doors slowly. An elderly man sat with his back to the glass window that showed the California valley. The city, buildings and the rolling... mountain range in the distant. On the other side of the table were several other men with brief cases and scowled looks on their faces. A small wall of men sat in a row of black suits. Lynn smiled and nodded at a couple of them, trying to crack a smile from their frozen faces. A man nodded back and everyone remained quiet. The elderly gentleman. Conditions in the tent had been uncomfortably hot and stuffy even when it was relatively empty. Now, as more and more soaking wet revellers crammed inside, the temperature and humidity increased alarmingly. Faces and bodies glowed with an admixture of rainwater and sweat that ensured that clothing remained sodden. The tent was filled far beyond its intended capacity and as people milled about they were forced to squeeze past each other's sweaty, clammy bodies.In the midst of all this I had the. She worked the muscles of her mouth expertly, making the boy's prick swell in her mouth until she thought she would choke on it.Pulling back, Chris began running her tongue up and down the stiff cock shaft. She felt it jerking and throbbing in her hands as she teased her pointy tongue all around the sensitive head of the boy's prick. When she poked the tip of her tongue into Jay's tiny piss-slit, she heard him groan with delight. Finally, the girl lowered her head again, sensuously closing her. That evening the next competition was another race. This time it was a speed race. The runners lined up two by two and Uncle Evil used his stopwatch to record their times.“Wouldn’t it be more efficient to let them all race at once?” I asked Mike.“Yeah, but then it would be over more quickly. This way, we get to watch a couple of tits bouncing up and down as they race to the finish line and when they are done, two more women line up and do it all over for us,” he joked.I smacked him on the knee.