They won't like those odds, not now they know our fire-power."We heard the sound of approaching sirens in the distance."Trust the Old Bill, " said Ste...e, "Bloody late, as usual."The 'Old Bill' - a cockney nickname for the police - duly arrived. Several white-faced young constables and a couple of old hands in flak jackets ringed the cottage. Niall called out to them."It's OK, gentlemen. The bad guys have already left. Do come in!"There was a hasty consultation until someone who has seen too. One or two runners overtook me but I slowly pulled away from the pack. I was in good shape when I reached the first corner and received acknowledgement from the marshal.The second side of the square contained a long, gentle incline. I tried to maintain my pace and actually overtook a few runners on the way, but I was really grateful when it levelled off because I was sweating profusely, my lungs were bursting and I was starting to struggle. I remembered Coach Budd’s advice to keep something in. It was a feeling that I could relive and relive for eternity. Eventually, though, we must all move on, as they say. Slowly and carefully, while maintaining a tight seal around my cock, Jessica/Simone swallowed the mouthful of my juices. In fact, she did it in two separate swallows, first a large one, followed by a smaller one. The extra pressure that I felt each time she swallowed almost made me start to get hard again, but I quickly quashed the idea. We did need to wrap this up and get to the. I came twice when we were making out on the pool table. But then I can orgasm easily. It only seemed to make the bulge in Charlie's pants grow bigger and that wet dot on the front to appear larger. I tried to sit up and bend over to undo his pants. But he grabbed my wrists and pushed me back down forcefully, but not too rough, onto my back. A soft caress down my naked torso lead to my pants coming off. Then I started climbing a mountain. Dark eyes looked into mine as they were bent toward my.