So available.With a gasp of effort, I raised the barbells above my head one final time, arms quivering with strain, before dropping them with a clang....To hell with the polished rosewood floor.I twisted into the lat pulldown machine, sliding slippery palms over the chromed bar and pulling it down until it touched my upper chest. My forbidden thoughts ran like a current as I tried to bury my brain in the burning ache of exercise.If I was completely honest with myself, I had to admit that I’d long. She got up to offer her chair, but I asked her to remain seated. I sat on a small bench with little difficulty. She raised to offer me her chair.She bent a little, not exposing anything but her lovely boobs moved down. She knew how good the sight of her boobs would affect the morals of a man. Her shell-like breasts, her pearly skin, her attitude they were all terrific. I was losing my morals. Her lovely perfume shrunk in me deeper making me mad for her.She asked me why my wife did not come. I. They had been awake all night. Ever since Katrina Outhwaite had escaped from the room with the big brass bed, they had been frantically searching the roads north and south of the Butcher's pig-farm, without success."That was the, Sheriff Bud Jansen," she said. "The kid made it to the outskirts of Butchersville. She fell into his arms. She told him everything she knew. He vowed to investigate. He assured the kid, that if only a half of what she had told him was true, 'he would see Ma Butcher and. Fuck me!" Karen nearly shouted.Samantha giggled and hushed Karen with kisses, squeezing her breasts in her hand, "Oh baby, I will, but not here.." she whispered as she slowly stood off from the chair and began to button up her blouse again.Karen blinked at Samantha, "Oh, that's cruel!" Samantha smiled as she walked backwards to her chair, "Well, I DO have another class in 15 minutes."Karen groaned as she slowly pulled down her top until she heard the door rattle and one of Samantha's next.