Nevertheless, a running and weightlifting regimen kept him in better shape than most men his age. He’d recently completed his twentieth marathon. Wh...n he got out of the shower, Jack pulled on shorts and a short-sleeved button down, and stepped into some flip-flops. Feeling refreshed, he told Steph he was ready to go.“Where would you like to go?” Steph asked.“How about the Creekside Inn?” Jack suggested. Steph had gone to lunch there with her mother recently, but they hadn’t been there for. I had turned myself over on the bed by now, breathing hard as my arousal peaked, my firm little rump sticking up in the air, face and chest pushed against the bed, whilst my fingers teased my slippery sex.. I grabbed a pillow as my mind filled with your image, biting down hard onto it as my two middle fingers slid themselves smoothly into my searing hot hole, stifling a moan as my hungry cunt sucked the fingers inside and squeezed down on them… mmmhh… You slid your fingers beneath the waist. Not to be out done, she decided she had to do something just as impressive. She stepped out of the sauna and went to the bathroom...She returned with a piece of toilet paper hanging from her rear end.The others raised their eyebrows and stared at her.The older woman finally said ... Well, will you look at that ... I'm getting a fax!!Gotta love the 'old gals'!!!!Democracy and RacismA Muslim asks his mother, "Mama, what's the difference between Democracy and Racism?"Mother dressed in her Burkha. I went in the house that night and Jack was already in his room. Other than asking for the remote twice, he hadn't spoken to me either. Mum and Dad were back but were completely unaware of the tension in the house. I started to spend most of my time in my room, my memories of that night filled my head over and over again. Tonight was no different, it was evening and starting to get dark out as I lay in bed, remembering the way his skin felt against mine my hands slid to my hips as I let my.