I didn't need to let him know that I still felt a little unfulfilled. Better to keep my man happy in the belief that I was satisfied.We chatted for an...other couple of minutes but I could sense his attention wavering. I had no doubt that Ben loved me, but he really had a hard time keeping his focus when he was on the phone. He was such an incredibly visual person. Give him verbal directions and he'd screw them up half the time. Write them down and it was like he had a photographic memory, and. My attention was called to Jock when he handed me my number.“All right, listen up, you idiots. We get six lanes—the odd numbered ones. That means nine and ten to a lane. Lanes one, three, five, and nine will be led by Rick, Don, Joe, and Bill. Line up here so we get organized. Lane seven will be Benny the Bunny.” We all laughed. Benny was a hot miler but he couldn’t hold his speed through a whole 5k. He was our rabbit and would set the pace for our front runners off the line. “Lane eleven—way. I could see she was getting close as she rub down harder and faster on me. Her face look upwards as her arms stretched down while hands on my chested. I started fondle her breast as I stayed firm for her not to disturb her concentrated rhythm. Gently rubbing and squeezing her rather large dark nipples. She let out a wonderful moan that seem to take her over for a short time … then falling back into my arms … Her body was so warm against me. I still couldn’t believe this was happening, i was. "No thanks," I said, then immediately felt I should have accepted."Are you sure? I'm heating some water." Tea I guess," I said. I wished so hard I didn't come across as being so wishy washy. I sat at the table while I heard her around the corner in the kitchen."This is so much nicer," she said and I couldn't agree more. And couldn't believe this was happening to me, in Lena's apartment!She'd suggested it herself. I'd been working with her on the project, an exhibit for a coming Woman's Studies.