An Arab in full flowing gear in his forties or fifties strode forward and shook the winning jockey’s hand. “I’m glad to see my family’s money ...as a not gone to waste.”“Samed Basm.” Fenella Hashwillow, lady of the manor at Ernley Estate and Stud, whispered in Ingrid’s ear. “Heir to the Basm conglomerate of petroleum products.”“Thank you sir.” The jockey replied. “And it’s Marco.”“Come, let’s celebrate.” Samed clapped a hand on the jockey’s shoulders and led him away without any indication he. That evening, Knyphausen and I went out to a restaurant for a large steak dinner. For the past thirty-three years, I had subsisted on rice and vegetables with only a little meat or fish. Now that I was no longer a monk, I needed some meat, as my people are carnivores, and while I could exist with little or no meat, I had a great desire to sink my teeth into the hot bloody flesh of prey that I had brought down myself.It was an ancient and primeval desire from the earliest days of my race, and. Later on Samantha also came out and sat besides me. We were quite for a while. I broke the silence I said “I am sorry sis for what happened. I guess it was because of the vodka. I didn’t know what I was doing.” She said “why are you saying sorry bro, I am equally responsible for it.” We were again silent.This time it was her, she said “it was a feeling I never experienced before. I felt like a woman. I can still feel your lips on my lips.” I was shocked to hear those words and looked at her. Jo laid down on her back and put her legs either side of my head, her heels resting on my shoulders. I took my throbbing cock and placed the head against her pussy. Normally there is some resistance before I slide into her but Today Jo's lips parted straight away and I found myself inside her tight, warm, wet pussy. I pounded deep into her watching her gorgeous tits bouncing as I pumped, sending Andy's cum flying. I could feel her muscles contracting round my cock each time I rammed into her.