There was a drag of silence before she remembered to answer.“Yes, I’m …” She trailed. She blinked repeatedly. “I guess I’m still tired.”...I noted that she was squeezing her thighs together even as she sat on the stool. I’m sure she was unaware she was doing so.“Aw, that sucks kiddo. Sorry, I should have let you sleep more. Still, you’re up now. Do you still want me to come clothes shopping with you today?” I inquired. This time, an even longer hesitation.“… okay …” Finally escaped her lips.My. Not that the Watters crime family would give up at that!It wasn't like any choice. Even if I had to rehabilitate Wallace in front of a hundred living witnesses, it still needed to be done. After seeing their wall of trophies stapled to their bathroom wall, I was more certain than ever that getting rid of Wally-boy was probably the most useful and important thing that I'll ever do in my life. Even if they all came gunning for me tomorrow, I was going to go down shooting with a big shit-eating. He went faster and faster never stoppping. His arms began to get weak, but he was in luck. She began calling his name, moaning loudly. Her pussy tightened, and he felt a rush of her fluid. His hand soaked. "Ohh fuck!" She cried.He waited for her orgasm to stop before her began pushing in her ass. His fingers stretched it, but not as far as his cock did. He went in and stretched her out. She yelped a little and he waited until she told him to go. He began rocking at a steady pace, fucking her. My lungs were burning. I'd never really raced anyone up the ropes and certainly not five times. The bells rang at the same time and Whitney and I both glanced at each other and smiled before we slid down. I wondered if she'd intentionally slowed on that last climb. We hit the floor and everybody started clapping. There were about a dozen athletes that we often saw in the morning lifting weights when we came in."Get in line!" Coach yelled. "Every morning, five climbs, every athlete. Let's get.