Do you always run in the nude?' one asked.'Oh yes!' he replied, gasping in air. 'It feels so wonderfully free!'Another runner moved a long side. 'Do y...u always run carrying your clothes with you under your arm?''Oh, yes' our friend answered breathlessly. 'That way I can get dressed right at the end of the run and get in my car to go home!'Then a third runner cast his eyes a little lower and asked, 'Do you always wear a condom when you run?''Nope ... just when it's rainingThis one is compliments. I prefer to believe that it has something to do with his getting hit by lightning twice when he was still in school. I had met him back when he was the boyfriend of a former roommate. (Who he is now married to.)We've done quite a few things together (camping, paintball, card games, and so on) and became very good friends. Of course, the fact that I hadn't had that many friends to begin with made his friendship that much closer. He had mentioned something one time about there being two families:. She clearly remembered being a guy. "Oh shit," Paula gasped, taking another look at her body, sensing that it was completely female. That didn't bother her in the least as she felt that it was just the way it should be, but it was scary for her to realize that someone had just messed with her... had changed her entire life without her even being aware of it right away. And that she felt perfectly normal being a girl...while the thought of being a guy seemed just a bit odd. "It got me..." Paula. ”“Hello, Miss April. How you doin’ tonight?”“I’m good, Daddy. How about you?”“I’m good to. Horny as fuck.”“Me too!”“When you last got some dick?”“Two weeks ago.”“Bet that asspussy tight as a muthafucka.”“Yep. Got my booty shots on Sunday so I been on hiatus.”“That ass and them titties look good as fuck. Get in.”April’s butt shook as she walked in front of the parked vehicle. She opened the door and sat down.“Where you stay at,” Marlon inquired.“At the Inn Stay Suites on Sutherland,” April.