I started increasing my speed. Within a few minutes, she started enjoying it. I was pouring oil on my dick as I was fucking my best friend’s ass. Wh...n I pulled my dick out, she pushed the excess oil out of her arsehole. We shifted to missionary on the floorBoth of us were covered in oil. She was rubbing her clit and screaming, ” Oh god, Yes. Yes, right there!”She then got on top of me in cowgirl position and we continued. Her boobs were just flying and her arse cheeks were creating some serious. Phil, I think, turned the stereo up, and took hold of my legs and lower body. Jerry did most of the talking, 'listen to what we are saying. We know you didn't report us, and we don't want know trouble.' Phil chimed in 'I checked you out and heard rumors that you don't mind getting fucked. No one knows for sure, but it is spread around campus that you will let guys fuck you'. Jerry continued 'no one lets that many guys fuck them repeatedly and not report them, unless they liked it'. I groaned. I have a pretty smooth stride, not a lot of jarring unless I'm sprinting or running over uneven ground; neither of which I do in a morning exercise run. Not to brag or anything but I'm better endowed than your average runner and I think the sports bra is the greatest invention in the history of women's wear. That's were I got the idea. Being in the business I get a lot of obscure catalogs containing a weird array of tactical and undercover gear. Some time back I ran across something they were. We walked back to her apartment block and laughed when I found out she lived across the park from me. She said she could actually see the diner from her window but until today had never been in there. I said my ‘goodbyes,’ jogged back to my apartment to get showered and changed and then headed in for work. This same cycle went on for the next couple of days. Caroline would be waiting at the park warming up when I got there. ‘We both know your far fitter than I am so why are you just jogging. I.