I was sober but perhaps only just. I wasn’t watching her but I could see her. Her tall, slender body in that delicious black dress with her blonde h...ir tied back so it fell like a rope behind her. The dress was long and touched the grass where she stood talking to another girl, woman. Her hands occasionally touched the other girl but it didn’t matter because I wasn’t watching. They separated and I looked up at the first stars that broke through the flame that was the sky. Now the colours were. “Eli, if you let Cheyenne run away with his first race here, the bets will drop off and so will the odds. You need to hold that young horse back. Start teaching him that he needs to run with the pack and be ready to let it go when you tell him to. He should catch on soon. He’s smart and he likes to run, but more than anything, he loves to win. If you can teach him how to win against these thoroughbreds, he will always be a winner,” Eli told his son, with the others leaned in close, as if he was. Emma claimed she didn’t have a car so Robert gave her a lift. When they arrived, Robert noticed she had a half address, 32 1/2 Carver Ave, a small apartment in the side of an old commercial building. Entering her Apartment, Emma went over to the corner, threw some jazz on and then went to the wet bar making Robert another bourbon and herself a glass of red wine. Returning, she half stumbled into Robert’s arms and giggled saying, ‘I’m sorry, I think this wine getting to me!’ She paused for a. You can have Kate, but I want you to leave Lisa alone. I don't want you touching my wife. Do you hear me?" Matty, calm yourself before you piss me off again, and you totally screw yourself. This is the deal. You get Lisa when you get back. Until then, she's a big girl who knows what she wants. If she wants my black cock in her tight white cunt, who am I to deny her? You'd be surprised by how much she seems to want it. It's like the girl is a nympho. By the way, just so you know, I took her ass.