As the forth meeting was ending, Maya walked into the office to let me know my parents were ready to leave and she caught me with panties in my hand. ...aya, obviously, thinking it was some new requirement took hers off and handed them to me. I admit it got a little out of hand.Vera asked me what I planned on doing with all the panties; there was a challenge in her voice.I needed to get things back under control. I smiled at her and told her that if she really wanted to know, she would have to. My head was spinning; my guts were aching; my arse was throbbing. I did everything I could to accommodate the anal invader, but still the pain was horrendous, and yet awesome at the same time.Remi hammered away at my arse for a good long while, increasing and reducing his stroke rate continuously. The variable fuck-rate certainly kept me on my toes, both literally and figuratively.My knees threatened to give way several times, but somehow I managed to maintain my stance: bent over and. He planted another kiss on my forehead. “Well, this might kill your relationship with Jeanette though. But yes I wanna keep it Callie. I don't think I've ever been happier with any other woman. Now let me feel your stomach,” John said. So I lifted up my shirt and he felt my stomach. Then for the first time, I saw him shed a tear. So I gave him a kiss as well. “Well, I guess we gotta break the news to Jeanette sometime now,” John said. “I think we should just sit her down and tell her,” I. The weight room was past the gym, and the hallway leading to the gym was where the PJHS trophies were kept. I stopped by to check out my old squat record. I was now in fifth place, at the bottom of the plaque. All four plates above mine were engraved with the name “Rebecca E. Finklestein.” I looked at the numbers on the plaque. Becky had beaten my old record of 512 pounds with lifts of 513, 514, 515, and 600 pounds. 600 pounds? Was it possible for a ten year old girl to lift that much weight?.