”“Yeah, I do. But for future reference, the correct answer to that would be ‘I’d travel further than that to be with YOU’. That’ll get y...u laid for sure.” I said laughing.“Are you saying I’m going to have a PROBLEM getting laid?” she replied while laughing and slapping my rock hard cock.“OK. You win. But if you live in Chicago how did you hear about the Pussy Train?”“I used to live in Portland and a friend introduced me to it a few months before I got transferred to Chicago.”“I see.”I moved. Now Nick could try and put his plan into action. And Nick began walking over to Morgan.Morgan couldn't believe it, Steve Blake, the cute 6'3 inch point guard was walking over to her. Morgan found all athletes very attractive and couldn't believe that he was walking over to her. Morgan said hello to him and asked him how he was doing.Nick, who was inside of Blake said that he was doing okay, and asked what her name was. When she told him it was Morgan, he responded by saying it was a pleasure to. I then took my tongue and worked myway down to her asshole licking it slowly making it wet with my saliva nad her cum. Then I took my finger and slowly inserted it into her gently easily, she loved that, as I sucked more of her cum. All the while I was sucking she continued to cum as I spread her legs wider making it easier for me to perform cunnilingus on her. I then removed my fingers from her pussy continuing to eat her lick her and make her cum I slowly inserted my cum wet finger into her. —————————————– I ran today, my head was blank, I ran without a care in the world. When we crossed paths today, we smiled and continued running. Instead of keeping my eyes straight ahead, I turned my head and admired her firm butt as she was running away in the opposite direction. I stepped on a crack on the road, my left foot slipped and I fell awkwardly. I sat on the pavement, looking at my left ankle. Great, twisted ankle. An angel-liked voice came above my head, ‘Are you alright?’ I looked.