I rolled my eyes at theinnuendos on the shirt. I was only going for a run, so I put it on. Igrabbed my sneakers from my gym bag.I walked out side. It ...was in the 50s today. It was chilly on my legs andarms. Perfect morning for a run. I started running around myneighborhood. I was peaceful and quiet. I jogged around my block once.When I got to my house, I decided to pick up the pace and run quickeraround the block. Before I got to the cross-street, I was getting winded.I stopped, turned around. The short haired brunette was on her knees between the long haired brunette’s legs lapping away. From the sound it appeared that the long haired brunette was about to orgasm.Squinting through the vertical part of the door I could see Sandy. She had her blouse open, her breasts pulled out of her bra, her trousers were round her ankles and her white knickers were down round her knees. She was working one breast with her left hand and her right hand was furiously working her clit. My cock was. I guess she just wanted it to end. She needn't have worried. It wasn’t going to take long… I only ever last a few minutes. Five would be a stretch. Then I would be out of her life for good.Her arse was tight and dry, dryer than a mountain goat’s. Don’t judge me… I’ve been away from the wife for three years and women are hard to come by.Her arse proved a stubborn wretch. So I spat several times on the small of her back and watched my saliva dribble down her tanned crevice, eventually coating my. Those lips were currently yelling, “Come on, you pussy!!! You gotta pick those up!!!” Then, she launched into a profanity riddled tirade that questioned everything from the player’s sexual orientation to his mother’s many anonymous lovers.He slid into the chair next to her and said, “Why are you being so hard on the guy? That was a really hot shot.” She turned to look at him appraisingly and said, “He shoulda been crouched on the pitch, not standing up with his arms hanging down like an.