Look what happened to Wallace. He was 26 points behind and now he’s 119 points back. One race.”“He’ll do it, Tiger,” Jessica said.“And thi... comes from your depth of racing knowledge, Doctor Adams?” I teased.“No, from his promise to Stephie.”She had a point. A very good point.September 12, 1988, Chicago, Illinois“Jessica and I would love to come to dinner,” I told Jacquelyn after our run.“Great! I know you go to karate every night, so maybe a Sunday evening?” she suggested.“Sure, that would. Trust me, sweetheart." I do. I will, but forgive me if I don't always just blurt things out." Of course! What's on your mind at the moment?"They continued walking and Richard could not help the minute pause before he said, "It's just that I was completely flabbergasted when Sharon said yesterday that you'd told her to 'look after' me when you ran off yesterday. I let her because you had said so and I was very frustrated. I didn't actually feel any guilt but I did wonder."Deborah smiled a little. He sat her on one of the chairs and nudged her thighs open. She was perfect, her pussy pink and plump and open to him like a flower. She had shaved everything except for a tiny muff of silky red curls on her mound and he reveled in the sight of her moist cunt. Her thighs quivered as she spread them open, and she jumped when he touched his fingertip to the prominent bud of her clit, which was pouting out from its hood and quite engorged. He savored the scent of her, musky and slightly tart,. Beverly was there tosupport Jessica as her knees buckled and she moaned with pleasure.Beverly said, "I think I must stay here and supervise you two girls."Beverly did just that and soon we were dressed, we both wore suspenderbelts and stockings with our matching bra and panties. Our outer clotheswere pink skirts and white satin blouses. Matching pink jacketscompleted our outfits.Beverly helped with our makeup and hair. We had breakfast and afterthat we went to the boutique. The morning passed.