Not the big international events; small amateur races on secondary race tracks. Billy loved motor racing, it was his number one passion. I only came i... second place; I wouldn't even say I was a close second. In the beginning, I tried to compete with his number one passion, tried to force him to choose between me and racing, but I soon realised that I couldn't win."Then, I tried to share his passion for the sport. I went to a few races with him, but by the time it was over I was a nervous wreck.. Realising what I was doing I pulled out and began rambling some sort of apology when I heard a snigger. I wondered how long it would take you to realise it was not me, you dirty boy! said my wife who some how appeared a top of the bedroom stairs. She was sat down her back against the wall naked, leg spread with fingers deep inside her, her hand never missing a beat even as she talks to me. Dont stop fucking her cant leave her high and dry now. Fuck her how you fuck me. Show her what iv been. She slowly rolled over to her back, her nice firm breasts, approximately 38D, pointing upward toward the ceiling and her panties already soaked from the sensations she has already experienced. I started massaging around her neck and shoulders and then proceeded downward to her beautiful breasts encapsulated by a light weight see through bra. I massaged her breasts over the bra she was wearing causing her large nipples to become very firm and sensitive to my touch. Each time I would caress. He was standing in the corridor with a group of his friends. “Bye, Zack, nice meeting you,” I replied with a big smile, and waved at him. A day before Zack’s birthday I called my son. We talked for about twenty minutes, and I told him about my plans. * Next Sunday morning, I was standing outside a hotel near my son’s hostel. After fifteen minutes my son and his best friend, Zack, showed up. “Hey guys,” I said, “And happy birthday, Zack.” “Thanks, Mr. Peterson,” Zack replied. “Where are we.