“Damn!” she said. “It’s that simple! It’s done! Chuck! Now I know!”“Uh...” I said, my brain still in shock. “You know what?”“I k...now what to do now, you dork! I know!”“Uh...” I said again, trying to set a record. But I wanted to know who the lucky guy was. “Which one? Which one is it, then?”She was silent. I looked at her. She was still staring at the heavens. Her face shown with almost a Saint Elmo’s Fire glow in the flickering dimness of the firelight. At last her eyes rolled down to meet. When I was studying my ninth class I am very poor in Hindi and English. So I always used to come class first from the end [I mean I get last ranks] I have a most beautiful sexy and gorgeous English teacher. Her name was Priya. She is about 5’6″ in height and her bra size is 34d. I was a mischievous student in all the classes. I used to get some sex magazines from my friends and I will read it in the classroom whenever I feel I get bored One day I was caught by my English teacher reading a sex. Tom’s need began to grow once more. He leaned forward, cupped Alison’s breasts in his hands, and let her rigid nipples rub against his palms. Alison shuddered and gripped the chair harder. ‘Yessss!!! Oh, Tom, yessss!!!’ she purred. ‘Don’t stop!!! God! I don’t ever want you to stop!’ Tom shared her sentiments, but knew, sooner or later, he had to. Even though he was taking it easy, enjoying the friction of her snug channel around his cock as it rode in and out of her, he knew eventually things. Easy to park, gym s**ttered with maybe 20 people and so I head over to a treadmill and begin my usual light jog. I'm only a minute in and already out of breath. "Only at level 4 and speed 5," I think to myself in disgust! As I repeatedly tell myself that I can't expect instant results, blah, blah, blah, I am startled when a woman gets on a treadmill right next to mine. I wonder why of the 40 or so available treadmills, she chooses that one. I settle on assuming that maybe since it's closest to.