Exploring one another with our hands, we kissed deeply. "May I show you why I had the requests before your run?" I asked."Yes, Ma'am. I am so curious,... she answered. "What do I do?" All you have to do is stop me if you are not enjoying," I answered. She nodded. I ran my hands up her sides from her hips and continued up lifting her arms over her head. She held them there as I kissed slowly from her neck down across her shoulder. Her skin was deliciously salty from her workout. As I moved closer. "Thanks," he said, and gravely gave her hand a squeeze. He noticed that her shirt had for some reason become unbuttoned half way down the front and he could see the freckled slopes of her big breasts, innocent of any bra. She grinned at his look and walked off, buttoning up, her broad bum swaying under the cotton dress. He squeezed his now quite hard tool through the cloth of his trousers.Just then his wife returned and he pulled his hand away. His erection began to subside.They left then and. .. "I was just leaving the Victoria's Secret holiday party, you know at the 21 Club, and I was trying hail a cab when a cold blast of air blew up my skirt. I heard a lusty chuckle, kind of juvenile sounding and a sack was pulled over my head. It got strange after that. True, I had a few drinks at the party, but not that many. I must have passed out, because the next thing I knew I was draped over the front of a sleigh that was pulled by a bunch of deer on steroids and some guy was fucking me. .. until... The school dork had forgotten to tie his shoes and tripped.Eric tried not to smirk as he grabbed the cone and ran back to his team. By the time Harold recovered, Eric was already half the distance. By the time Harold got the cone Eric was done."You freakin' dork!!" One of Harold's teammates yelled along with a bunch of other derogatory remarks from his team in disgust.3rd: Crissy and... still Harold...Crissy and Harold met each other. Harold was running to his team... Crissy was.