I couldn't breath at first. She told me if I wanted to try and fuck her that she would try and stay awake. I did my best and there wasn't enough frict...on to cause me to cum. She wasn't getting anything either. I stopped and jerked off while she talked dirty to me. She told me how Keith had hurt her pussy with his thick cock and that she was going to keep fucking him even if it ment that she would never be able to feel my pathetic little penis ever again. I was about to cum and she said he wants. I kept telling them I didn’t run to impress anyone, and I hated my hair swinging around in my face. Besides, it was Saturday morning. My favourite day to run. I always stopped at a little café for breakfast on Saturdays over on the other side of town. It was my guilty pleasure. I could stop, have breakfast, drink my blessed coffee and then continue on my way. ‘OH hell!’ the thought just hit me. I was supposed to be meeting the girls for breakfast this morning. I could always go to my little. She whimpered as she felt her bare pussy lips rub against each other and adjusted her skirt. Holding her panties in one hand she exited the washroom and handed her panties to Mitchell. She glanced to make sure no one was looking and Mitchell practically ran into the men's washroom. Kacie waited, knowing exactly what he was going to do.What Kacie didn’t know what that Mitchell ran into Robert (who had the hot’s for Kacie) outside the bathroom. Robert was one of Mitchell’s best friends and often. The father that stormed into the room an hour later had almost no similarities with the eraser-cutting, worried but gentle father from those few weeks ago. This was a raging papa bear type of a father, still worried, but with a great warrior from the past appearance, six and a half feet of masculine anger steaming ahead, his only thoughts on his son’s safety. I lifted my head up from resting it on the now exhaustedly sleeping Sam’s head. ‘Shhhh’ I whispered, ‘he’s asleep’. Seeing me sitting.