“Is a mile-long track a short track?” Kara asked.“Not really,” I said. “It’s kind of an intermediate track. Obviously, it’s not a supers...eedway like Daytona or Talladega, but it’s also not like Martinsville or Bristol. The narrow end of the track makes it seem like a short track, though. Bill’s done OK here. His biggest win turned out to be in ‘85 when winning Darlington let him win the Winston Million and earned him the nickname ‘Million Dollar Bill’, though I seriously prefer ‘Awesome Bill. They all stop looking through the open doorway at Lynn’s reflection in the large mirrored wardrobe door, Tom speaks first “Fuck me look at that, she’s fucking herself”. The three walk silently into the bedroom. Lynn her eye’s closed in ecstasy, deep in conversation on the phone doesn’t notice them walk in, but I do, I can see them on my PC screen. The three men surround the bed, George is first to make a move, his hand drops to his trouser fly and in seconds has his erect cock in his hand and. " Hi yourself, beautiful." I smile and she feels her nerves calming. In a hushed, almost reverent, whisper I ask, " Can I please have you?" She can't even answer. She is thrown by my intimate question. She looks into my eyes and nods. This is the only answer I need. Ferociously, I pick her up and pull her to my body, crushing my lips down onto hers. My tongue thrusts deep between her lips and she can feel my arms tighten around her, my hard thick shaft throbbing against her belly. Moaning ". Nobody needs to ask why he's in perfect alignment ... like he was in a casket holding a lily ... and the house girls aren't talking.Guess who gets the blame ... Wrong ... nope not RA ... Wrong ... Not the house girl that was fucking him to death ... Yup ... Wanzor ... because she said so. Since she said so ... and he was in 'perfect' health (just ask RA's priests.) she must have done something to make him dead.You will note ... no one said she killed him ... No, make him dead, they said. The.