In fact I haven’t found anything by this author posted after the second story. I felt that the story line was very good and the characters were wort... pursuing to the conclusion. Therefore, I’d like to write the final story as I would have liked it. My apology to the author, if this isn’t where he wanted to take the story. Chapter 1 A year ago, I entered a tough man contest run by the university. It was to take the format of boxing tournament, as opposed to a no-rules street-fighting sort of. "Ready?" I asked."More than words can ever express," she replied. "I need you now!"We were standing at the valet station, waiting for the valet to bringthe car around. Just then, a brand-new Corvette Z06 pulled up in frontof us. One valet hurried around the front end to stand by the door asit popped open. The driver exited the coupe and stood to his fullheight, dwarfing both Dianna and myself. When he turned, neither of ushad any doubt of his identity. It was Jeff Spencer. The valet. I lifted up on one elbow and looked in her eyes and whispered, “Rachael, I want you to lay still and not do anything. Do you understand, my love?” "Mmmmmmmm, yes Mistress, that feels so good", she whispered back to me, her eyes closed. I rubbed my fingers lower and brushed them over her lips then I gently parted them and felt the wetness from the massage I had already given her bottom. I slowly, but firmly, pushed my fingers into her vagina, pushing them deeply into her, filling her vagina. Roxanne spun around and launched herself back onto my lap, her knees straddling my hips, her shaved kitty coming to rest against the bulge that had formed in my crotch. She placed her hands on my shoulders and stared straight into my face, biting down on her lower lip. She shifted her hips from side to side, to the heavy beat of the music blaring from the living room speakers.“How's it feel?” Roxanne asked.‘If you keep doing this,” I said, “I’ll cum in my pants.”“Oh no,” Roxanne quickly.