I would hang around the place most weekends, and I quickly realised who were the regulars looking for a little sexual gratification. One Sunday, on a ...itterly cold January afternoon, I noticed one of the usual suspects hanging around the toilet block. He was a short guy, chubby, balding and somewhere between his late 50's and early 60's. I had observed him as I sat in my car, watching the block. As he furtively looked around before he slipped into the building, I decided to go inside and see if. Shelly felt his hand grip her hair and tug just a little, enough to let her feel it. “Oh, it pleases me, slut. In the bathroom, now.” Shelly hurried into the small lavatory, followed closely by the captain still holding her hair. It was a tight fit. She spread her legs as the captain pressed in behind her. His hand released her hair, then gripped her hips and pressed his erection into her voluptuous ass. “Mmm, that is a fine ass. Tell me, slut, do you like being fucked in the ass?” Shelly. My dad saw me running one day and suggested some changes to how my feet were landing as I ran. I made those changes and began to run without discomfort, and I could run faster and not stumble. The last time we were together, he told me that my ability to run was a gift that I should pursue and perfect and that I should consider it a duty to myself and everyone to be the best that I can be. I told him I understood what he was trying to tell me and promised that I would try to do that. He went on. Then she went back to work on my cock, and after a few more minutes of this I was ready to release. "Lindsay I'm gonna cum" I groanded. Either she didn't hear me, or she didn't care, and with that I shot my load all over the back of her throat. We lay there beside each other for a few minutes, and then Lindsay wispered in my ear;"I want you to fuck me Marc. Fuck me right now." Lindsay we can't have sex... If I got you preagnant our lives would be over..." She looked at me with sad.