As we were driving she startedexplaining."You hurt me really badly when you broke up with me, you know. Ithought maybe it was something I'd said, or s...mehow that wedidn't get along, but you know, it wasn't that. We were perfectfor each other, I think. Well, perfect except for one thing, youhave a cruel streak that makes you want to use and hurt women,don't you? I was just another notch on the guitar." she startedcrying."It's not like that," I started."Shut up." she gathered her emotions. I might even say she dressed like a complete slut, but I wasn’t complaining. Winter months her fine sexy legs would be covered up with stockings. I knew they were stockings with lacy tops because they were there for all to see as I walked up the stairs behind her. In the summer months the legs were bare, and so so often I wanted to get a peak up her skirt to her panties. Did she wear panties? I reckon it had to be either a thong or a g-string as there was no evidence of big panties. Maybe, of. I open Facebook and post a status to ask anyone who's up for it to join me and become my "Fitness buddy". To my surprise, I immediately receive a response from one of my boyfriend's closest friends. It's on! We're determined and from now on, we work out twice a week.Luckily for me, my boyfriend's friend is a work out instructor. I always found him really attractive which is, of course, a great motivation to actually follow through with my plans to lose some weight. Obviously, he has a great. "Wonderful." Stacy wrapped her arms around Claire's neck and opened her mouth, inviting Claire's tongue that writhed against Stacy's. Claire noticed the young lady's breath was sweet. Barely audible groans and breaths of passion floated off the tile walls. Claire stopped the kiss and smiled. "I really do have to pee." She unzipped her jeans and kicked off her shoes, easy-to-dispose-of-loafers. She stepped out of her pants and took Stacy's hand. Stacy followed the older woman into the stall,.