During college spring break I discovered a bus that went out to the big country park, so I announced I was taking up jogging at the park as a pastime;...much to my parent’s approval.It’s odd but stepping from that bus at the country-park and setting-off, I began feeling invisible amongst the sun dappled trees and the uplifting birdsong. My mind contemplated; I am an anonymous jogger; isolated from life’s normalities by the steady rhythm; a spiritual cleansing from the clutter of life.It was after. Some time later, after several rounds of restoratives, John and Cassie were in bed and cuddling."This is so nice," Cassie wiggled in closer, "If a girl can get a Cassandrian guy in bed ... they don't cuddle. They're not interested in a girl's day. They don't pet or stroke," she shivered as John ran a hand down a silken flank. "Little kisses never happen," John took the hint, she sighed. "This is wonderful." Well," said the Seven, "The mating habits of the Cassandrian female are certainly. Baby, she moaned at me her face getting red with embarrassment. Shut up and enjoy it you little slut, I answered her as I thrust my finger deep into the pussy. She let out a gasp of surprise and pleasure and I started to fuck her slowly with my finger. Just about then our table was ready so I slipped my finger back out of her pussy and walked her towards our table. It didnt take long once we were there for our fun to begin again. Our chairs were originally at opposite ends of the table but I. Then I moved my hands down to his pecs when I told him his chest was Thor-like. I made sure to graze his nipples a couple of times as well. His body did feel amazing. And I was getting pretty hard being so overtly sexual. He was eating it up, though.Could he swing both ways? Maybe he was cool with getting a sneaky blow job from a dude. It’s not uncommon.I knew soon enough though when the bulge in pants got bigger. I think being worked up from the girls earlier in the night with all the beer we.