She was on the basketball team and track team. Everything seemed to stop after highschool though. She was on a jog but after getting a terrible feelin...g in her stomach, she had to stop. Her full lips quivered. Her firm and finely shaped ass tighening with every turn she made to stare at the darkness. Her breasts tucked firmly in her sports bra which was all she wore on her top half. Her bottom half had a pair of spandex jogging shorts. Her very pretty features gleaming in beads of sweat. She. ......"Honey bun.... you're doing fine... don't be nervous.... just relax." She was caressing his head.... calm soothing voice...The shaft went in deeper.... " The first one is always the toughest." she smiled... He could see it going in deeper... filling him up.... man cock in his bottom.... He bit down on the cock gag... coughed a bit..."Sweetie... mouth wide... you can moan loudly....that'll help."MMMMMMMPHHHHHHe felt it all the way in... his eyes wide... moaning into the cock gag.....?Then. Days like that I couldn't wait to get home and "change out of my uniform" (a great excuse to ensure nobody walked in on me). Sometimes I didn't even undress, the moment my door was safely closed I'd flop down on my bed, skirt up and undies down, rubbing my clit with all the pent-up lust of a long afternoon fantasising.One rainy afternoon (it's funny the details you remember years later) I must've been feeling especially horny, or maybe class felt especially boring. I asked to be excused to use. "So I guess you're not really my long lost twin sister?" said Reyes.The woman snorted in derision."You mean you haven't worked out who I am yet?" she said. "Reiner's secretary, Sylvia." Well, obviously - that stunt of yours made me tip my hand there - but that's not what I meant," she said.That's when the penny dropped for Reyes."It was you who shot Vincent Clay!" she said, seeing the woman holding the gun in her left hand, "You who framed Chuck Boudreaux for the killings!" Very good, Monica,.