I need to start working out again.“Do you think the president can pull some strings so I can go work out at the gym used by the athletes. I can’t ...find any gyms at home that have people strong enough to spot for me,” I asked.She smiled when she said, “This time of year, you are more likely to find guys to spot you at the fitness center. I go there to run and swim every evening. I wouldn’t mind having someone to run and swim with today if you want to join me after your work out.”“That sounds. Arms lift me to my feet then the man in front of me bends down to hook his arms under my knees and pulls up to expose my dripping wet pussy. His massive cock drags over my delicate folds as I’m lifted then he is positioned right at my opening. He slams into my core, hitting bottom, and I go wild bucking up and down on his cock impaled by him while held up by others. He thrusts in and out with his hips as other men come forward and start slapping up and down my torso and tits with their cocks. I. He reached over and turned on the radio, more than prepared for the country music he knew was about to play. Being from Colorado, he had never really listened to much country music. But when he met her, his sweet southern belle, he developed a interest in country music. "Stay here. I'm going to take Nat inside and give her to the babysitter. I'll be right back. Try not to miss me too much," she said, sounding more southern than ever. Her voice was one of the sexiest things he had ever heard,. . and now this! What are you up to?" I..." Heather looked at me, then looked down, a tear dripping down her cheek and onto the floor. "I had to."I gently stroked her arm. "But why?" I asked."Because..." she looked me in the eyes, now shaking like a leaf, "because..." Because?" Because I love you," she whispered."So what," Janice said, "we all love him." Not like that! I mean I really love him." No!" Pamela blurt out. "Really?" Yes!" Heather sobbed. "Yes, yes, yes!" But then why would you allow.