I thank you both, because if not for your Father, I would never have met you..."Upon the stage, Laurna's ghosts were now weaving a new set of illusion.... Overhead, the mostly spherical shape showed an area that looked only vaguely familiar. A small village sat near the foot of the Lavender Mountains, surrounded by a dense forest. It appeared to be a small mining town with a narrow trail that lead down to a rather hastily constructed wharf. It was obviously Lavender Town, only hundreds of years. Greg’s girlfriend was well-endowed, but Jen had tits to spare, and Amy spent some time fondling them admiringly as the blonde smiled complacently under her ministrations. When she’d had enough of being fondled, Jen responded with some touching of her own, immediately going for the prize, slipping a slender hand through the light bush between the brunette’s legs, and massaging her pussy. Amy gave a startled cry as the smaller woman made contact with her clit, and Jen started to pull away, but. So I decided to do jogging and lose weight. I bought some lightweight jogging pants and top and sports bra. Near our home is a track where lots people jog especially at evening when hot sun goes down. After work I drove there one evening. Oh there so many cute guys there and it fun to watch their buts when they run. I could not run all way around track and so I walk some and jog some. I try go there about 3 times week. I began recognize some people and we say hello and talk after we finish and. Let me back up a little. My name is Jack Growell. I am 23 years old and just finished my fourth year of college, living in Oklahoma. I live in an apartment in a town of about 60,000 people, several states away from my family. Being shy, I never learned how to socialize when I was young. Because of this, I have always been the dorky, weird guy who sometimes makes cute comments that make girls feel bad for him.This changed two hours ago. I was writing a random story when I got a really strong.