My councilor recommended that I go out for asport and volunteer to help at a charity to raise my grade point averageabove where it is now. I wondered ...ow I was going to fit all of it in withmy job. All I can do is try.There weren't many Spring sports available so I signed up for track. I'vealways been a good runner so it was a fit for me.Track practice started and I found how out of shape I had become. Being amodel and being an athlete are two different things. When I was Mark I wasa very fast. .. The service seemed to go quickly and I was having such a hard time paying attention to the preacher. I was taking glances toward Becky and at times she would catch me, at which point I would smile at her and she would smile back. I would stare at her sexy legs with those nice high heels making her ankles look so lovely. I was thinking about how I would love to be holding her ankles with her legs wide apart and my cock buried deep inside her small, tight, wet pussy, listening to her moan and. Finished with my breasts, he moved away. Blind and immobile, I got my own taste of sensory deprivation as I tried to hear what he was doing. I flinched when his finger touched my thigh above my stocking but relaxed as it tickled the exposed skin. It wandered into my crotch, exploring my patch of fur. He gently stroked my vulva, tracing the split, lightly probing until I gasped when he zeroed in on my clit.“Ah, there it is. Your pleasure center. The shortcut to your brain,” he mused as he. I was dimly aware of Tom getting to his feet, and some voices in the background, as Frank pummelled my arse, and grunted he was cumming, and I had my second load of cum deposited within my body. As I slowly regained my senses, I became aware, that we were not the only occupants of the toilet, as four guys stared at my body hungrily, and stroked erect cocks, while Tom who had recovered his erection and replaced Frank in my gaping ruined ass, and was fucking me like there was no tomorrow. Two of.