It's just my vagina's sore." Have I been wearing you out?" You think you could move?"He reached between us, and, tweezing the rolled base of the condo... between two fingers, he pulled his dick out of me and flipped over. The air was suddenly cool on my sweaty thighs and breasts where he had weighed me down. I could breathe again.I could also see the digital clock on his desk. It was almost nine. Brian caught me looking at it. It was a thing between us."Do you have to go?" he said."Come on," I. His arms went up as he came to a stop and hit the ground. Angie's tackle had struck him in the waist. She gasped and cursed as she saw Ryan's forehead impact on the pavement. Scarlett was staring at them from the crowd, her jaw and eyes wide as her bodyguards kept the other spectators back from her."Thirty-four," Angie mumbled, lying on the concrete beside Ryan as she watched him slump unconscious. Just like the original marathoner, Angie thought. She could feel her own twisted ankle and. ” We stepped out of the pool and Bev handed me a towel to dry off. She then grabbed a bottle of sun screen and proceeded to coat me with it from my face to my feet. She was surprisingly quick about the way she did it. “Come with me and we will make some lunch,” Bev said. I followed her into the kitchen admiring her full hips and rounded ass. “I’ll knock up some sandwiches and you can make another round of those drinks. It wasn’t long before we were both siting at the outdoor table under. That's right... rest your head on the pillow... yes, like that."Her widely opened out blouse fell on the sides of the body. Her massive firm breasts stood majestically pointing upwards."Can I button up the blouse, daddy?" No, Angel... keep your tits bare... you will want daddy to play with them, won't you?"Angel tried to pull down her skirt which had crept more than half way up her full shapely thighs."What am I to do in this exercise, daddy? Bend my legs?" Yes, but first we adjust your skirt.".