Thumper would come down with the heel of her lead foot and the front of her foot would "slap' the ground; like a jackrabbit. Eventually she learned to...shorten her stride and land on the balls of her feet which would protect her knees and hips from shin splints.In the early morning runs when the sun was not completely up, other walkers would be startled when the women just seemed to glide past them without any noise. Their soft whispers or brief shadow was the only tell-tale sign that they had. I tried to concentrate on playing cards but I guess I played very bad that Saturday afternoon. All I could look at was her gorgeous and tempting pussy across the table. Luckily we played a lot with cards on the table which meant I had to look in a favourable direction.No guesses for what was stirring inside my shorts. What my eyes was feasting on was relayed to my secret parts. My cock grew hard very quickly and I had to adjust myself a couple of times.Karen was so focused on the cards, I do. Ich leerte mein Glas in dem ich es versch?ttete." Sinnlos!... Tschechische Huren... Genau... so wird's sein."Andy 's Hosen sind mittlerweile sehr viel k?rzer geworden. Genauso wiesein Ding in seiner Hose. Nun hatte ich auch langsam ein beklemmendesGef?hl in der Magengegend..."Ach du Heiliger... ANDY?" WAS SEIN?" Deine... ?h..." WAS WOLLEN DU... MEIN SACHEN ENG ZU SEIN UND SCHMERZEN KORPER" Hemd. Bluse?" JA ZU ENG SEIN... SCHEI?EN WAS DAS SEIN ... IIIIII WOLLEN HABEN DASNIX... SCHEI?ENDRECK"An. Dan, (I was "Mr. Dan" In public) I would have been scared, tied down or not," she interrupted."Yeah, okay, darling. (slip of the tongue. Oops!) But you like to have lost your house."Helen smiled. "Sweetie," she said, addressing Cindy, "It's just a good thing Mr. Dan was here to take care of you last night."I noted that Cindy bit her bottom lip.Helen looked at me. "Thanks for watching things for her, Dan. You take better care of her than her momma does."Saturday. Lazy day. Cindy's mom wasn't.