The woman tried to kick the man, but he got a hold of her foot and threw her backwards. He started looking for his weapon. It was only a few feet away...from me, so I started running, hoping I could get a hold of it before him. When the stranger saw me running for it, he let out this shrill hiss and took off after me. Right when I reached the weapon, the stranger’s big hand grabbed the weapon. I only saw a glimpse of it, but I was sure the weapon was a stake. “What the hell?” I said, wondering. I was just 19 at the time. As a life-long pantyhose wearer I wear pantyhose nearly every day and always under my trousers to work. My schedule for working out was every Monday, Wednesday and Friday immediately after work. When I would enter the men’s locker room I would look around for a discreet space to change. I would pull off my shoes and pull my shirt tails out. Next, I would sit my shorts or sweatpants out and peel off my socks. I would pause for a moment to listen for anyone and once I. “This time when you’re ready to cum, don’t hold back,” she desired, and he agreed. He then moved his hands to cup her ass cheeks and resumed fucking her. Angie held his face in her hands, giving him appreciative kisses.It turned her on to feel him snorting his hard breaths through his nose against her cheek as he fucked her. This time, once the pressure peaked, he erupted like a volcano, “Rahh, umph, umph, uhhh!” He grunted into her.Some of his climaxes were stronger than others, and this one. ’ ‘Man, if the bathroom is like this, the rest of the house must be awesome! ‘It’s pretty nice, I guess. It’s way too big for me, though. I better go get your stuff. I’ll be back in a sec. The garage isn’t far.’ As I left, Anne was stepping carefully toward the bench, her hands sweeping from side to side. It reminded me that I should get her cane out of the truck as well. I pattered down the hallway toward the bathroom, my bare feet noisy on the warm dark walnut floor. I knocked on the bathroom.