As they exited the turn, Monica’s legs were burning and her chest was heaving trying to get more air. The bit made it so difficult to breath. She ha... only half the straightaway left. She pumped her legs faster, demanding more from herself. She felt Elizabeth pull back on the reigns slightly. She resisted at first, demanding more speed, and then slacked up slightly. She crossed the finish line, her chest breaking through a thin white ribbon put in place in lieu of the starting tape, which she. Walking to the Avocado garage, I looked at the glaring hole that had been the window in the door. Note to self ... get that fixed. Wired glass probably saved my life. Wired glass as a replacement. I unlocked and headed for the little desk I called the office. Picking up the phone I looked for the General’s number ... no dial tone. That’s right ... somebody ripped out the line.I walked around to the box. Jerked right off the wall ... GREAT! Ain’t this a kick in the ass! No way I can claim winter. "Hang on! You are both too sweet to fight each other, my sweet and darling Celestine. Fighting does nothing for the appearance! Look at me and be warned! Believe it or not, I was quite pretty once! I would really hate it if either of you harmed a hair of each others' heads. Take another look at me, girls! I'm a big, big woman! There's plenty of me for both of you to enjoy! Dive in, the pair of you, and get some of me!"Amy seemed to see the point of this and launched herself on the still. Abby thrust up as James held still. She adjusted her position so that James made contact with her in just the right places. To James, it appeared that Abby was taking care of her own climax, leaving him for later. Rather than feel neglected, he savored the process, as he was allowed to observe her final ascent. With each new thrust Abby cried out louder, in a high pitched voice. She held her mound against him a little harder at each pass. As James’ confidence grew, he found himself better able.