The front doors were normally unlocked on weekends for track practice. Today was no exception. We were quiet as we snuck in the doors and down the hal...way toward the weight room. We could hear voices. I motioned for Vic to wait while I snuck a peak through the door. He wasn’t a quiet guy. Through the crack in the door I could see Becky, wearing her pink spandex workout clothes, bulging with sweat-slick muscles that erupted with power every time she moved even though she was just cleaning her. After five minutes, the boy begins feeling the woman pound down onto him even more. He clenches his teeth, holding in the loud moans that would emit from his throat. Then her walls close around his member, and he cums at long last, feeling as if he were squeezing his release from him.He positions himself behind her, lifting her knees in the air. He thrusts deeply into her, biting hard into her neck. Her pleasured whimpers only make him thrust even more wildly. He thrusts into her, drilling her. A jet of white jolted across them and onto her freckly cheekbone. It was so fast I gasped aloud and had to lift my eyes from the screen.Years before, when I was still at University, a friend had turned on her video machine unaware her boyfriend had changed the cassette. The image firmed before her and me. I was asking what sort of flower, an orchard of some type I had thought, we were looking at when we both realized we were watching him penetrating her wide open sex from beneath.My friend was. To make matters worse, they often pined fortheir real mother. I can't count the number of times I just collapsed ina heap, crying my eyes out and feeling so out of my depth and like theyhated me and I didn't belong. Most days I'd count the hours and minutestill Mark got home from work. And after hugging Emma and Ethan, he'd puthis arms around me and just hold me for a while, sometimes apologizingfor getting me into that situation. Thank God for such an understandingman! But of course I always.