With two wheels in the loose dirt and two on the track, Evan made it three wide. Foolish, maybe, but his gut said to do it, you've got them. His car wiggled coming out of four, then launched down the front stretch. Jason didn't know if Evan did something great or not, but his sexy bookends skinny were hopping up and down, and the announcer was squawking excitedly on the PA. He turned to Cindy and asked, "Was that a good move?" Cindy said, "He's in fifth place now," then keyed the radio, "Seven to go." Jason didn't know if that was a yes teen or a no, but he knew his best friend wasn't sticking to the plan. Evan was supposed to take it easy and get some experience without tearing up Dale's car. Although, after seeing how Evan raced go-karts, Jason shouldn't have been surprised. Evan's arms and neck were sore, but he didn't know it yet. One car went off with a flat, and he passed one that was smoking, forcing him to use his last tear off. The flagman looked mad holding up his fist. Five to go. The dust got thicker when Evan came up on a clump of cars. Two were side-by-side, and a third was behind them, trying to get around. Now, Evan really wished Hardcore he had saved some tear offs. The flag stand flew by again. Four laps to go, Evan thought and hoped Cindy would tell him what position he was in. The three-car traffic jam would be impossible to get through or around, but Evan felt like he was in the catbird seat, waiting for one of them to make a mistake, then he'd pounce. Jason's arms encompassed both girls. He pulled them close, and the three of them bounced as one, yelling. Cindy was stiff, on her tiptoes, staring intensely. "He's in fourth, fourth," she said. "Shit, he's fourth." Jason couldn't tell if she was proud, shocked or angry. When Billy Joe's hand wandered down to his butt, Jason smiled. His balls tingled, and his dick gained mass. KK was into petite the race with almost the same knowledge and passion as Cindy, but he didn't try and sneak BJ off someplace. He didn't take his eyes off the circling cars because he wanted to see Evan rough win. Evan was hooked up. His number sixteen went through turn four like it was on rails. The flagman waved two flags, the white one and a blue and white striped flag. The first told Evan there was one lap to go, and the other warned him of a lap down car ahead. It meant something else, too, but Evan didn't make the connection. Yes! Seth pulled out. I love callers who are loud and moan – some of them go rough totally quiet, and then just hang up without a word. I was pleased to feel a little tingle between my legs. Still hyper-vigilant, she walked along the path deeper into the park. It seemed like I slept for about five minutes when the bedside phone rang. Sue me.” At this point, using humor to detach myself from the situation was the only way I was getting through this. I suppose my fetish with underwear and fun with crossdressers really started when l was in my teens, l had a friend Jay skinny teen who liked dressing in his mothers underwear and we would role play which always involved us on the bed with him in knickers and bra stuffed with socks and me on top, my cock would be up one of the knicker legs so our cocks were sandwiched between us, l would be Hardcore sliding myself up and down as if l was fucking him, when we climaxed the spunk l shot was a mear teaspoon compared to what Jay shot he could fill an eggcup to the brim. “Wait, petite mom!” Samantha said. Responding to my puzzled expression, he went on, “They saw you eyeing their black snakes every chance you got at the pool and in gym class. Ahhhhh brother! How did you know what we were going to do?" Anything, I noted, that had a long handle. A rancid grin crept across the Romulan's greenish lips, but he said nothing. We stopped at a gas station to get some more gas and to stretch our legs. Can't you feel it? She looked really surprised when he put her in the same position that Madelyn had been in for the ceremony. “It’s not that I’m afraid of him. She knew she was very wet. Did you know that in his mind, you are also Marcy?” Pressure squeezed my chest as I waited for her answer. My body shuddered. “You can still supply Carter, just the same as always. Standing still, in a frozen state, I slowly turned my palm around, facing it towards me, terrified of what I may see. Lita got up, placed her toy back in its place, plugged in her phone and laid down to attempt to sleep. “Oh my god, I can’t take it” screamed Molly, but Rocky just fucked her faster. Out here in the woods, she had only the stench of death, but my nose twitched from a scent that wasn’t there, the scent I would have found when I embraced her each day and smelled her chestnut hair. “I’m not okay.” Megan managed to tell me.