Of course, the real athletes—many I knew from last year—were running stride-for-stride with me.“Keep going! Same pace!” Jock yelled. I kept go...ing. When we glanced back across the track half way around, we could see Jock waving all the slower runners off the track and telling them to stretch out. He flagged the rest of us on. We were spot on at two miles in twelve minutes. “Keep going! Same pace!” Jock yelled. Crap! He was sending us on for a third mile. There were only about twenty of us still. The sheer material was darker and damp in the crevice of her crotch. I lowered my face to the panty and laid my cheek atop her pubic area. I laid a hand on one of her thighs, slowly bringing it back to the same place where I had been rubbing her crotch since we fell onto the bed together. Mom breathed heavily and moaned when I made contact with her pussy again. She parted her thighs ever so slightly and I put my face right on top of the panty where it covered her labia. I took a deep breath and. AMAZING!" She exclaimed and Jon couldn't help but laugh at her. "I know!" He answered and gave her a slow, passionate kiss.One thing was for sure: Kyra wasn't now as half as shy as she had been when she entered in his room a short while ago. She willingly responded at his kiss and her tongue surveyed his mouth. When they pulled apart, Jon removed his fingers from her throbbing pussy and Kyra groaned in disappointment."You little slut!" Jon hissed, but Kyra simply frowned."I liked the way you. It seems the press is a little confused and upset that Miz Swift managed to escape Biloxi without telling a soul, but no one seems to know where she's gone. I saw on CNN that my boss, Lieutenant Maitland, said he thought she'd gone to New Orleans, but he wasn't sure about that. I suspect General Ronstadt told him to say something like that, though." Nothing like a little false trail," Jon agreed. "So did you hang around town and watch TV today?" A little, not much," Will said. "Miz Swift and I.