“I supposed I used to, but it’s a good picture, Mum, a really good picture.” Apparently that mystery person had agreed because Mum had been paid...an awful lot of money for it.I must have sounded resigned when I said it because Mum lifted our joined hands up and kissed the back of my hand. “You’re a good person, Bec. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”“Everyone has their cross to bear,” I said lightly, with a little smile on my face. Except then I remembered that she probably couldn’t see me. He bet big on it, and it won.As the races continued the Priest kept blessing horses, and each one ended up winning.The bookie was elated.He made a quick dash to the ATM, withdrew all his savings, and awaited for the Priest’s next blessing that would tell him which horse to bet on.True to his pattern, the Priest stepped onto the track for the last race and blessed the forehead of an old nag that was 100/1.This time the priest blessed the eyes, ears, and hooves of the old nag.The bookie knew he. I relaxed my throat to take his head in as he moaned. I looked up and all I could see was his chest full of curly red hair and his chin with a red goatee. The guy in my ass started to cum, saying "Oh fuck yeah" repeatedly as he thrust up into me hard to unload. The guys fucking my pussy was rubbing my clit with his thumb. "Hey, can you guys move?" said the guy who just unloaded in my ass. "One minute, dude. I'm almost there." The guy fucking my pussy started to drill it hard and then stopped,. Kind-of on the chunky side, as Russian peasants women will be, but in a desirable, voluptuous way that made Dick and Junior’s dicks harder, and harder, and harder—the veins were well-nigh about to burst out of their cocks and spray penis-juice and internal fluids all over, such was the intensity of their boners from witnessing this scene of complete lascivious abandon.As luck would have it, the lead widow, a robust woman about 42 yrs, decided her ladies needed some sexual release from all the.