I got into my cat burglar outfit, which is remarkably like my running clothes—black leggings, black hoodie, running shoes. I chose a short brunette ...ob wig for my hair of the day, or at least the morning. Then I drove to Madison Park and parked my car at a public access point. I focused on looking and acting like any other early morning runner, only there weren’t many running in the dark at six on a foggy morning. Fog is good. It means it’s marginally warmer this morning than it’s been the past. When she pulled me toward her, Ididn't react. When she closed her eyes and pressed her lips against mine,I didn't react. When she grabbed my derriere with her left hand, I stilldidn't react. I can pretend it was shock, and that might have been truefor an instant. But if I'm completely honest with myself, I would have toadmit that I didn't pull away more quickly because I liked it.I liked her rough, aggressive way of kissing, so different from Pete'ssoft, gentle manner. I liked the feel of her. Jerry and I made sure the bad guys saw us by simply running past them inthe opposite direction. They stood on their brakes and did fast turns,to chase us, and Jerry and I picked up the pace, staying just far enoughahead of them so they didn't have a good shot at us. We were doinggreat, keeping about a hundred yards between us and the SUVs, when,suddenly, I heard a thudding noise and, a few seconds later, the road infront of us blew up!We were blasted with dirt and chunks of pavement, but we. Holly seemed older... Maybe 20 or 21, but her body still looked 18! The five years between us would mark the biggest gap in age for any girl I had fucked (at the time). Holly saw me first, saying "hey there big boy!"They had both been drinking and were beyond tipsy. They jumped up and both hugged me at the same time, pushing their slightly wet bodies against my rock hard dick. I leaned in and passionately kissed Kira, while Holly was already working my dick with her right hand. Kira broke the.