Cindy peered into his eyes for an uncomfortably long few seconds. “I know you do. Now, relax, meditate and stay out of sight threesome until after your race. And don't forget all the stuff we went over.” Evan said, “I won't,” but his mind was on his cousin's response. He got the feeling Cindy knew he was thinking about Deana when he proclaimed his love. “Good. Hey, I got something to take care of. You stay right here.” Cindy started walking and said, “I love you, too . . . both of you.” Candy left Deana, Rebecca, and Gloria in the middle of the crowded section of the grandstands and headed toward the white, two-story, cinder block building. The goal had been to blend in, not draw attention so she wouldn't be recognized. Candy was wearing a long, loose shirt that hung from her tits and swished around her middle. Her black pants were also non-form-fitting. Deana had put Candy's hair in a ponytail and fed it through the hole in the back of the baseball cap that covered her head. Candy thought she looked silly, but Deana had slapped her on the ass tits and said, "Damn, you're cute, and sexy at the same time." It had been a long time since Candy had been at the racetrack. She was nervous. If Evan's uncle saw her, JC wouldn't believe she had come to watch Cindy doggystyle race without Evan. He'd ask questions she couldn't answer. It had happened once before. If John was out on a Saturday night, the track was one of the places Candy and Cindy rendezvoused. JC rarely spoke to John, but Candy wondered if that time he saw her and Cindy coming out of the hauler hadn't led to John catching them. It would have been safer if they hadn't come, but Candy wasn't going to miss Evan's race, even though he told her not to come. Candy was concerned about big the hopeful tone she'd heard in Cindy's voice when she called for information about Evan's race, and the best way to avoid him and voyeur JC. The expression on Cindy's face would tell Candy if she got the wrong idea. It hadn't been her intention to mislead the girl. He came over to me, lifted me up and carried me out. She was a devote to some of the other gods, especially the last Goddess who became her own parents' sex slave. He voyeur rubbed his face against her sleek hair, “I took care of the tits man that attacked you.” She looked up at him with a smirk, she didn't really mind him killing that asshole but wasn't doggystyle about to thank him. The strong Orc straddling me as I lay back. Your tiny pricks will never feel her walls again." Just as everyone cheered loudly Bobby pumped his finger, that was still in my pussy, a few more threesome times. It was visible from her facial expression the white skank was enduring with great effort the pain from her overused hooter. "Hello, darling," she said, sloshing her tongue across a hard nipple. “Oh,” he big said. I probably smell. She no longer has the energy or the desire to resist his advances.