Jemma then reached down and unbuttoned his pants, slipped them down and began stroking his rock-hard cock. ‘Jemma, I-I-I-I can’t d-d-d-o-o-o this,...I l-o-v-e-e-e Kate.’ Jemma looked Tom in the eyes again, staring deep so as to wipe away the resistance that Tom had to her. She gripped his cock harder and stroked it slowly. ‘You don’t need her now Tom, you need me. Without me, you’re nothing. You will be all mine.’ Tom couldn’t resist, her voice was so soothing and she had him exactly where she. My calves were screaming at me for racing headlong up the side of the hill rather than using the more winding trail. I ignored it and the ripping burn in my lungs from breathing too hard. The pain took my mind off my hurt. Reaching the top of the hill, it only took a moments decision to keep running. There were two trails, a jeep trail that most runners used and a footpath that wound through the ridges and valleys of the preserve that ran next to the post. I darted down the footpath and pushed. At one point during the conversation, she placed her hand on his shoulder and let her nails slowly drag down over his chest. It was at this point they both turned to see if I noticed. Kate looked a little guilty as if to say "sorry darling" while Devon had a smirk on his face as if to say "I'm gonna fuck your girl and there's nothing you can do white boy". I quickly looked away and pretended not to notice. When we got home that evening after a few more drinks and some lines of cocaine (which. I’m not used to lifting this late and I am tired. The previous set, eight at 175, just about did me in. I am about to do my final set on the bench, six reps at 185. I am ‘visualizing’ getting it done while lying on the bench. “You can do this!” I am saying to myself, but am unconvinced. Just then the beauty approaches, Dawn, the stunning brunette. She walks up near the bench and is looking down at me while I try to concentrate. It is a losing battle, I can’t help but notice her. I can actually.