With our foreheads pressed together, I whispered a truth. “I am one lucky bastard.”Carrie snorted with desire and laughter.“I’m all yours,” ...he murmured. Carrie pulled back a little and let go of my cock, although I kept my finger inside her virgin vagina. She pulled off her pyjama top, revealing a pair of beautiful tits which bounced and heaved in a way which was defined by youthful solidity. “OK, where was I?” she whispered. I groaned with contentment as she slipped her hand back around my. As he was sliding down the door, the same sound was resounding, with more and more force. She realized what was going on; Sam was getting beaten with that bat. She immediately began to let out the most blood curdling scream as she was reaching for her cell phone to call the police. As she was dialing 911 the horror that she didn’t know exactly where she was hit her like a ton of bricks. Just as she dropped the cell phone and began to open the door to run, she became aware that the sounds had. The cool thing about this gym is it was right beside the local high school so when i would go in at about 4.30 the treadmills and crosstrainers would be full of prime, tight high school pussy. i used to just sit on the bicycle behing the treadmills and stare at their young sweey asses jiggling as they ran. after a while it would get too much for me and i would have to go into the toilets and wank off. On this one particular day i was up to my usual routine of sitting on the bike behing these. "Is there anything else you'd like me to do, boss?" I ask playfully."Emm... No Kolin, that's it for now"I turn around to leave his office, not without taking the chance to "accidentally" drop one of the pages of the form. I want to ride him so bad. I bend over slowly to pick up the page, making sure he gets a magnificent view of my ass and my lace underwear. I peek on him and he's about to explode. His red face, his hand placed on his pants trying to hold his erection... This is fucking.