I loved sports––still do. It always made me smile to put the boys to shame. My sports were Track and Field, Basketball, and Volleyball. I’m a re...ally competitive girl, so when a challenge presented itself––I was usually all in.Meagan and I didn’t really hangout at school. It wasn’t because I refused to talk to her, she just didn’t like the people I hung out with. She called them fake. Maybe they were but we played sports together, some of our parents were friends, and that’s kind of how it. “It’s alright,” you are barely able to gasp. As I am going to work on your pussy with reckless, animal thrusts I can feel your strong inner muscles squeeze away at my dick, milking it for all it is worth. I am continuing to slam into your pussy with incredible force and stamina, until your spasms subsided. You are whispering with moans “oooohhh aahhhhh ittss fffiinnne I lliikke ittt vveerryy mmuucchhh. My attention is drawn to your ass. It is big and muscular. I started playing with your ass. His tallish reach, slim waist and receding hair most of which was white gave him a fatherly look I found appealing. Dark slacks. A white, long-sleeve shirt that, as a decidedly tell-tale sign that the man was of Indian origin, was not tucked in.My immediate plans suddenly fell into place. I would stay at the motel for the night. After getting a sandwich from the sandwich shop, a candy bar and some soda, I made my way to the motel. The man at the desk – who I had spied from across the street –. Okay? Bye." And I turned around to walk faster away from you and closer to my apartment. "Hmm..making me chase you all the way home?" I hear her voice calling after me. 'Chase...' I think as I laugh to myself to keep me from thinking horrible thoughts. 'Um, no.' She was so strange and dark. Why would I ever want her near me?"You should have me in your bed anyway...." I know she's smiling. I don't know how.'I should what!?' I'm confused, certain that I misheard her. "You're worried about what I.