Emm Escapes the Clutches of my Cock!

With sweat dripping from her body, she pounded the track on the treadmill, having already covered 5km, but she still pushed on at a steady pace. Glancing at the girl running on the treadmill next to her, she smiled to herself, thinking the 20-something year old looked like a large cat as she glided along gracefully. Sarah could see that she had already covered 10km, but she had barely broken a sweat, only a small dampening under her arms as evidence that she was exercising. The girl returned her smile, and then pressed Solo the button to raise the platform to a steep incline, and Sarah was amazed and admired the way the she just gritted her teeth and drove herself onwards, not breaking the pace for several minutes, until she finally moved the platform back to the level and stepped off the machine. As they cooled down and stretched in the same general area, Sarah turned and smiled at the woman and introduced herself, "Hi! I'm Sarah. That was some punishment you gave yourself on that run." The girl looked at Sarah with a wary look on her face, studying her intently before saying, "You are American." "Wow! They breed them bright over here," Sarah laughed, humour and sarcasm her natural defence mechanism when feeling challenged, "What gave it away the accent or THIS?" thrusting out her chest dramatically, displaying the tee shirt emblazoned with the stars & stripes. The girl laughed then said, "Sorry, love, I'm Julie. It’s just that I am always a bit wary when someone tries to pick me up." Taken aback by her assumption, Sarah stammered, "Pick you up?" then added, teen " I’m straight, um not that I have anything against lesbians, they are nice as I am sure you are nice, even if you are a lesbian, I mean …" Her voice trailed off as her cheeks reddened, and she realised she was digging herself a large hole. "How do you know you aren’t?" Julie laughed, "have you ever tried?" then roared as she watched Sarah blush, "c’mon let me lust over you in the shower then you can buy me a drink and see if you can charm me into bed." Sarah followed her into the changing room thinking it would be strange to undress and shower with a woman who she knew small tits would be looking at her as a sex object, but in reality, she felt totally natural and at ease. They chattered about various mundane matters like the cost of the gym, the price of a decent meal and the state of the transport system, while washing away the effects of the workout under the warm spray of the club shower. Already their friendship had started to grow and since Sarah didn’t really know anyone in London, she accepted the offer of a drink. She found herself drawn to this crazy English girl who, once dressed, looked like a cross between Joan Jett and Madonna, and who had the most wicked and outrageous sense of humour. She would continually insinuate that it was Sarah who was the lesbian and she was the innocent one being pursued, and the more Sarah tried to deny it, the more Julie would persist, causing Sarah to blush deeply. To Sarah's shock, at one point in the evening Julie actually leaned over to a couple of guys who had been trying to gain their attention and said to them with a perfectly straight face, "my lesbian lover here," nodding to Sarah over her shoulder, "wants to take me away and ravish me in a Sapphic sex orgy, do you think I should tell my Mum where I am going?" The two men nearly choked on glasses their beer and as they shuffled away and Sarah couldn't help giggling at her newfound friend’s outrageous behaviour. At the end of the night it seemed to Sarah the most natural thing in the world to go back to Julie's for a night cap, and from there to go to bed with her, not that they did amateur that much sleeping. That night was the first time for Sarah with another woman and she learned things about her body she would never forget. I asked him if he wanted to join me and he said yes and bent over and pulled down his shorts. Her lips holding my tight as she bobs her head up and down faster and faster. Baby, would you please spread your legs for Mister Jimmy?” Tony said. Ashley raised her eyebrows at Jean and then turned back to Frank. Mom seemed to be walking OK, but the two chefs seemed to be tuckered out. "What happened?" he asked. She wants to meet again, THAT, I am not Solo so sure of. 'Cuz, just in case you're wondering, the taste of urine doesn't really bother me at all. He played it cool, "Well, there might be some amateur other benefits too." Then a pair of jeans that were a bit too small. Gabby was being fucked and was fucking her mother back harder and harder as her pleasure grew; her moans were loud and she small tits couldn’t help but move her head so that she could slip her father’s rock hard cock into her mouth. It sounded like a good idea at the time. Uncle Ray, I got lots of questions and no answers. I emailed Tina and Jayden as soon teen as I got settled in on the ship. Without giving her the opportunity to question me again glasses I instruct her to ‘stand still’. Then he started to run his calloused hands over my soft belly, my back, he made me rise my arms as he ran fingers over my armpits. "So when Jake and I were finished coverin' each other's dicks with sperm, Sally would lean over somethin'--like the couch, or the bed--with her legs spread apart, and her bare butt up in the air. It was 50º outside, which to a Mainer is tropical weather, and the girls had finally shed their winter garb. “Chill, I’m just fuckin’ with ya,” Kelly said, chuckling. It was accompanied by a desire… a hunger whose alluring fulfillment rested upon Lucilla’s lips. “No, darling.” she replied. His cock seemed to be getting hard at her derision.