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He was surprised when he came back to his room from the track to find that she was gone.

All was not lost. The very next day at Royal Ascot riding in the same race as Juan was Tina Gomez. “I just arrived last night. I didn’t know you were here. Let’s have dinner tonight.”

At his hotel, Tina came out of the shower wrapped in a towel. “Juan, I have to show you something.” She dropped the towel and got in bed; her legs spread.

Her pussy was bare. “In California, beach fashion is a string bikini. I just had to. I hope you like it.”

It flashed through his mind momentarily Tina’s big black wiry bush, he’d love rubbing his face in. Whoever the woman was including old Mrs. Daisy Hudson in Saratoga, Juan loved being smothered by her huge bush.

“Tina, your pussy is beautiful. Let me show you what I think of it. Juan had her pussy before dinner, during dinner, after dinner. Tina’s pussy was dinner.

There was fucking and more fucking.

In the morning, “Juan remember how you ate my pussy last night. Would you please. It’s a little sore from all the fucking?” They both begged off their mounts for the day and stayed in bed. “Juan, the first time we were together, I wasn’t a virgin, but I didn’t know much. I’ve learned a little since then.” She went down on him.

She wasn’t Bianca or Mrs. Hudson. She wasn’t like a French woman, but she was eager.

After racing at Royal Ascot was over, they flew from London to Uruguay with a week-long stop in Barbados where they got married. “Tina, I have a bad habit; I hope you don’t mind.”

“What is it?”

If you recall, in Saratoga there was no racing on Tuesdays. Juan spent the day with his face in old Mrs. Hudson’s pussy. “I’d like to spend every Tuesday eating your pussy but only if you keep it smooth like this.”

She laughed, and spread her legs, “and today is Tuesday. What a wonderful idea, Juan. But darling, not just Tuesdays, right?”

AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER.

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