When the white flag waved for the final lap, Amy got herself a need for speed and past all the other drivers, making her cross the finish line and win...ing the race with Carl Edwards finishing second and Kyle Busch in third.Amy and her pit crew celebrated over at Victory Lane. She celebrated by doing a cartwheel like her male counterpart Carl Edwards does a backflip when he wins a race. Her family, friends, and her pit crew came down to Victory Lane to celebrate with her. They were so proud of. But were they going to make me a ditzy cheerleader, shaking pompoms and turning cartwheels? Or maybe I would end up shaking my skirt in the air with my underwear on display while dancing the can-can. There was the innocently flirtatious nature of red riding hood, luring all the big bad wolves to her. Or I might find myself in the very last outfit I had worn, a tartish French maid, with her garters on display. When I stepped out and Brigitte went in to retrieve the costumes Alexandra was. We can get through this.”“You know,” I said conversationally as though I had not heard her. “I don’t know why, but of all the assholes I found at my house the other night, Alan and Brian really were the two I hated most. Aside from you of course. Brian, I guess because he was the one I caught you fucking the first time, and Alan, because he was trying to threaten me. Bill and Jenny, I had no real animosity for, other than them being there. Jessica pissed me off, trying to throw herself at me,. I closed the door behind us and softly kissing her neck from behind unzipping her dress and letting it fall to the floor. she was wearing my favorite panties the black ones with lace she knows they turn me on. I laid her down in the floor in the middle of the living room she tried asking why but i would not let her speak. Pulling her hands out away from her body and tying them with the soft rope. Then spreading herr legs and doing the same she looked like a angle flying. I turned on little.