My fingers trailed her bare back, tracing obscure patterns as they searched her tender muscles. Seeking….well, it is hard to say what they were seek...ing. Saying knots would over-simplify it. Tension, certainly. I suppose it was mostly really seeking a reaction. The telltale signs: a sharp intake of breath, a slight shiver, or the tightening of a muscle… Really, anything that confirmed where the attention was required. It sounds deceptively simple, doesn’t it? Hmm. How deceiving that false. Unlike a sport (which he still detested), nobody was scoring him when he exercised alone in the weight room. He could enjoy the sensation of pushing his (admittedly meager) muscles to whatever limit they could take, and it didn't matter how his efforts might measure up against anyone else's. Soon he found himself in the gym at all hours, punctuating his usual cerebral pursuits (Dickens is quite the addictive author) with arm curls and leg presses.Secondly, the girls on the team actually turned. Lyn took on both black guys her ass and pussy used by them and their mates, she took 4 together, and they kept her going until they blew their loads in her, it was then I got her to dump all her cum in my mouth, sucking her ass and pussy until she dried up, but more guys soon refilled her holes with their seed.Kerry was in her element, she had guys hanging off her every part, her face and hair white with cum, and her ass now red and gapping open, as I saw her being fucked by both the black guys. She was drawing in a little notebook she must have brought with her, when she dropped her pencil down behind the table she was sitting on. As she stood up I quickly moved back behind the curtain, sure that she must have seen me, but she did not seem to. As I slowly inched back over to see what she was doing I saw that she was no longer facing me, she was on her hands and knees looking for the pencil, and for the first time in my life I actually caught myself checking out Courtney’s ass. As she.