The few races actually held were done for low payouts and onlyheld because the owners of the horses needed a way into bigger raceswithout having to tr...in their horses better. They paid a lot of money inkickbacks to the track to enable their horses to race while ensuringthat they'd get a shot at the bigger races due to the track'slongstanding affiliation with those more lucrative tracks.The track saw itself go into bankruptcy protection as nobody would allowloans to be taken out against the debt. “What time is it?” I asked. “Only half 1 in the morning” He replied with a cheeky smile. I could smell the musky scent of his cologne and beer, the pure smell of man which I loved. I looked in his eyes which seemed like forever, he really is gorgeous. “Have you only just got back?” I asked. “Yeah, I had to bring Shane here, he was too pissed out of his skull to even go home,” he laughed. He got off me; I felt the bed rise up as he got off it. He looked in the mirror,. I saw the old Chevy coming up the street. It seemed to be going too slow to do anything. Surely Mrs. Crowley would slam on the brakes and yell at Wes to watch where he was going.She kept coming. I heard a crunch as the tire ran over the lawnmower. She still kept coming.Wes wasn't smiling. It looked like he was trying to cry out but I heard no sound. How could he twist his body like that? I heard someone screaming, then realized it was me.It got quiet. I covered my face with my hands. Make it go. Tracey again beat me to it, it seemed that she was desperate to have his full-length fucking into her. With Geoff lying on his back Tracy straddled him, trying her best to keep steady with her slut mule high heels on. She was soon positioning her wet fanny over the tip of Geoff’s manhood.Mags was now rubbing her clit quite fervently as my friend began to slowly and gently receive a good cocking from her husband’s massive dick.“Come here and fist fuck me to orgasm you dirty slag.” she said to.