Anyway, I would say she was about 40, I mean 39. Perfect, I thought to myself.I paused for a moment to take in the view before me. A tight butt in tig...ht clothes was the main focus of my gaze. Sporting a set of headphones across her stylishly cut short blonde locks, you could see her mouth the words to the songs as she jogged along. She seemed completely lost in the rhythms of the music in her head. I was completely lost in the rhythms of her shapely legs pounding the rubber belt on the. When he stood behind me and yanked the shoulder straps down, cupping my breasts, I bit my lip at our reflection, his mouth and chin glistening in the sun streaming through the skylight. He'd lifted my skirt, freed his hardness and slipped inside my soaked pussy. Things spiralled out of control from there, torrid and frenzied, and here he was, once again poised at my star.Our eyes met in the mirror and he worked inside, pushing past the inner ring with a soft pop that we both felt. There was no. Coach Wilson came up to me and said, “I wish we could kick field goals as easily as you hit that golf ball.”“I didn’t see you, Coach. I wish I could’ve played for you this year. I’m sorry about the way things turned out, sir.”“Nonsense. You’re an incredibly gifted man, both as an athlete and a scholar. You have to do what is best for you. The way you came back from everything you’ve been up against this year is unimaginable. All I can say is most wouldn’t have had the guts or the know-how to do. This lack of vision is of little consequence as Karen begins a running commentary.“Do you like the feel of my wand chasing up your inner thighs my sweet thing? That’s right squeezing those legs together makes a tastier tune my dear. Do you like the feel of my hand on your silky lips? Let me see your sinews stiffen when I touch your lovely honeyed crack ah how sweetly you part it for me. Now moan and lift your head with pleasure as my fingers enter you. How I love to hear you cry out as I thrust.