"Bob, I don't know if we should go through with it," she finally said. "I... I was moved by you out there, but now I don't know."Bob shrugged and stom...ed assertively toward the dresser. He placed the fresh bottle of Scotch with two new tumblers on its ledge, then turned to her: "Finish what you start, baby. Do you have an idea what brother Kent and my little sex-kitten are doing right now?"Betty flinched, then she leaned back on her elbows, propping up her sensuously reclining body. Christ, he. Without saying a word, or either of us asking for permission, I grabbed the waistband to my boxers and slid out of them. My throbbing erection sprang free. I stepped back up to Savannah and I held my cock in my left hand. I positioned myself, and my member, up against her ass. I pressed forward and kissed her again, this time my bare cock made contact with her ass and slid between her cheeks. Her ass was even softer than her legs were and I was already on the edge from all of this teasing.. If they don’t want them, then I’ll see if Jolene wants them.”“How did you all get into NASCAR racing?” Michelle asked. “Especially you, Abbie?”I laughed, “I was into it a little bit, but then I met Stephie Grant from Dawsonville, Georgia, in my Freshman chem lab at IIT. She was friends with Bill Elliott. I was already a fan of his, kind of. It all stems from that. I dated her for a few years, then she married Jason Stuart, who was working on race cars in a local shop. He got a job with Alan. ”I picked up the phone, called my wife, and told her to get that bastard out of the house before I got there. I called my brothers and we arrived at the same time. He was gone and we took all of the girls stuff and left.I told my ex-wife what I knew and told her what I was going to do. If she gave me any shit I would have her and her boyfriend sent to prison for the rest of their lives.The next day I called my lawyer, within a week I had permanent custody of the girls, and soon after that I was.