As they walked they shook hands. “They haven’t come back; they have been gone a long time.” Misty yelled. Xxnx They drove in relative silence; Misty managed to pick the right off-ramp and a signboard every mile directing her to the hotel without a single wrong turn. The walk to the stands earlier that day had been bad enough in the relative coolness of the morning, but at 3:30 in the afternoon the heat and humidity, it was hell. The drier slipped from her fingers, and she leaned over, gravity allowed the towel covering her chest to slip down, and her arousal, like Misty’s was evident, her large nipples were contracted into pink rosettes. She flowed gracefully as she walked; even her walk was sexy, far sexier than the uneven steps Misty took in open toed sandals over the slightly uneven pathway.
