She might have a massage scheduled, or just have lunch and a glass of wine. It seemed that at least three times a week she met with a personal trainer...who had obviously been doing a great job. She is about five feet five inches tall and her body is lean and trim. Almost too lean for my tastes as, like most artists, I like to see curves in a woman. Nonetheless, there is nothing unpleasant about looking at her.In the third and final forty-five minute session, there was something slightly. Kimberly was right.That night, Marci emailed Kimberly explaining what had happened. She was so ashamed and shocked that both of her parents were racists. She didn’t know how she could go to school on Monday and face her friends and teachers who would surely know that she had racist parents. Kimberly expressed her condolences and felt sorry for her but said it was better that she knew. She also said since she now knew that her parents were racist that she no longer had a reason to stay with. So wonderfully fleshy, and malleable. How many times had I leaned over her shoulder, helping with her homework, only to stare for minutes down her lovely cleavage. My right hand work her pussy harder, that perfect pussy I had peeked at last night. I Slammed into her a few time more. But gone was the rapturous expression, she winced quietly, so quietly that I hadnt noticed. Something stirred in me, something pitiful, violent, cruel, caring, aroused and, most of all, loving was awaken by the. They sent her to the infirmary along with several other drivers as a precaution.At the time I didn’t realize it but the door to the infirmary was just beyond the safety wall near our seats.As she left the infirmary one of the broadcasting crew was interviewing Danica. Everyone in our section was yelling at Danica and waving and trying to get her to notice them. I guess they wanted her to come over and sign some autographs.Maybe it was the beer, but I wasn’t really drunk. I guess maybe I was.