"Thank you," he smugly replied. Then he changed his expression to mock-serious. "I didn't think I was that good, though. I think I need more practice....She kissed him before replying, "Nuh-uh. I want you inside me, Simon. Now!"She rolled on top, straddling him and lifting herself up. Taking hold of his manhood she rolled the tip around her wet, pink and engorged lips for a few moments, coating the head of his prick in her juices, before setting it at her entrance and slowly, slowly dropping. I just replied and we started to chat as I wanted to kill some time in wait of my hubby.He: hello Julee!Me: hello dear. Do you know me?He: yes. I know you by your sexual autobiography.Me: Oh! Tell me about you because you know all about me by my story.He: My name is................................. I am 27 years old married and I am father of a new born baby boy.Me: congratulation from me.He: thanks dear. You like sexy chat?Me: yes! I am open for sex chat as I do not see any harm in that.He: do. I blow dried my hair and brushed it back into a nice ponytail.I put on my gaffe panty, my sports bra, the sporty Reebok shorts and crop top that Paul had bought me. I put the matching tracksuit on over my outfit and put on my shoes. I checked myself out in the mirror and headed off to the Gym as quickly as I could.Gina was arriving just as I got there and she greeted my with a warm smile. "Come on Kelly," she said. "Let's go work out."She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the change room. I. "This one sharp heater, Eyes agonna sneeze this."They herded us to a door in the back. I could feel the cold breeze from under the door. The first punk said, "Go on out snatcher, Mister Blue wants ta jaw atcha." They led us out into an alley. The wind pierced me through to my soul. The wind brought a feeling of doom. Boy, the things having a roscoe stuck in your back will do. I needed to get a hold of myself.Our journey now took us out of the bitter wind and into another building. We were led.