. well, you know.”Boys’ Locker room12:29pm, Tuesday, November 6, 1979“You did what and at what pace, Michael?” Coach St. Georges incredulously...asked after he saw me drying myself off with a towel near the end of the sixth period.“Tempe and I just did an easy four miler on the X-C course in Medway Park ... in a tad over twenty-five minutes,” I replied with a smile on my face. I could tell by the look on Coach’s face that my reply wasn’t what he wanted to hear. “I said it was an easy run, and I. We were enjoying a really nice golf week in Portugal in a purpose built golf resort and health spa hotel. We had entered a mixed pairs “roll up” competition which basically involved signing up and paying a small entry fee then pairs and matches were drawn at random. The entry fee was used for a free cocktail party for the players in the evening. I ended up partnered with a guy called Matt. He was 40 so a good bit younger than me and a nice fairly attractive fun guy and we played against another. ”“Sure.” Evette stepped into the doorway and pressed both arms into the frame for a short time then stepped out. As she relaxed her arms rose straight out from her sides. Angel stepped behind her and started her induction.“Relax Evette, as your arms raise your eyelids are getting heavy. When your arms get to should level your eyes will close and you will sleep.” As both arms reached that height Angle tapped her with one finger on the back of the head and forcefully said, “sleep”. At that point,. I heard them start fcuking straight away.Being just next to them, with just a thin wall there, I could hear it all. Jane moaned and the bed creaked. I couldn’t help but get turned on. I hadn’t had any myself in a few months and lay there just imagining that I was getting what Jane was. My hand went inside my knickers, and I was furiously fingering myself and tugging on my clit. Then I fcuked up, my arm knocked over the lamp beside the bed as it shot out when I came. It crashed onto the floor..