. I think you have that backwards young lady. You’re the one that fucked half the football team.” “It was only like five guys and for your info...mation I didn’t ‘fuck’ all of them. Just a couple,” I said with a playful smile. “What other surprises do you have up your sleeve?” Mark asked. “I have few other ‘surprises’ as you call them.” “Like what? Spill. I want details.” “I have a few piercings,” I answered. “Piercings? Where?” “Both of my nipples.” “No fucking way. Let me see.” . Sweating helps me get my mind away from my pussy Second day of my run I decided to explore this hilly track that clearly had a jogging trail. Dressed in my running shorts (they are a bit small for me I must confess) and sports bra under my sweat shirt, my iPod blaring in my ears I hit the trail. New to that track I soon found myself at the top of the hill looking over the other side at the city. It was a gorgeous view. I sat down on a rock, alone, admiring the view as my music played on. Mist. She didn?t really have to use the restroom, but somehow it seemed to make sense to sit this way. She fumbled through her backpack and found her novel. There was a relaxing calm in the solitude of the restroom and she settled into this quiet sanctuary and quickly lost herself in the book.She didn?t hear Tonya come into the restroom. Steph and been in a bit of a daze all morning and hadn?t noticed Tonya following her around. She was just sitting on the toilet, relaxed, and quietly reading her. But that was no longer going to be Cindy's problem; and whether she and her husband got divorced, or they didn't, she was no longer going to allow her sexual hunger to go on languishing away!Cindy met DeShawn at a smaller, but reasonably nice and clean hotel. She remember them chatting together in Florida before exchanging phone numbers, and the pleasant thrill she had felt in his openly admiring company. In fact, even though she had been with Willis at the time, he hadn't seemed to mind these.