Tara wouldn't have it any other way insisting she had to maintain her slim figure. "As well as her snobby attitude," Mike thought to himself. "Enough ...is enough, I'm outta here Mike. Stay safe." Don't worry, it's a pretty short drive home," Mike replied and waved goodbye. He backed out of the driveway in his 89' Corsica, an old two hundred dollar car a friend sold him and almost hit Lisa's mailbox. "Shit! Damn it, that was close". He made it to the road and started driving home. He took all the. She could lift more, run farther, climb faster but best of all her weight loss continued. She was now down about another ten pounds and getting fairly near to her original goal, but she was losing interest in pounds as numbers. Now she was more interested in fat and where it resided on her body. Her legs were actually looking sleek, her tummy flat with just a hint of puffiness. Her arms lost their "wings' and began to show real muscle definition, the face slimmed down and her bottom was. I settled on a .22 caliber target pistol, made sure that it had a full clip, and went over to my desk where I kept a key to Kathleen's room.The lovers were on Kathleen's leather couch when I came in the door. Kathleen was on her hands and knees and Greg was fucking her from behind. They were both facing the door when I walked into the room and I saw the shock on both of their faces. Kathleen recovered first and I'll be damned if she didn't do just what she told Greg she would do."Close the door. We kiss.Then, not that long after I'd begun fucking her, I feel my orgasm building up rapidly. Part of me would like to be able to last considerably longer, and to show Sondra that I really can fuck longer than a few frenzied moments, but I know myself too well for that; and I part of me, the stronger part, wants to go ahead and have the orgasm. For a few moments at best, I try and hang on a while longer---but I can't. The need, the desire to shoot my load of cum into her pussy is just far too.