..Lost in my thoughts, she managed to pass me up, looking back only for a second to flash me an evil grin, not unlike the one Malcolm so often gave me...I sprinted as fast as I could to catch up with her, keeping up our reputation as bitter rivals. Just as I came up on her, getting ready to flash her an, "I beat you, bitch," smile, I felt my feet slip out from under me and the next thing I knew I was laying on the concrete with serious pain in my ankle.I barely registered Gloria's vicious. ”“And why did he do that?”“Well, I went in to get breakfast. He was busy with one of the hoity-toity ladies. So, I put my nickel on the counter and then started looking for a decent apple in the barrel. You know, the good ones are lower down.”“Next thing I know, this lady whispers about why Albert should he let tramps and rag-a-muffins into his shop. He pops his cork and starts yelling at me to get out, calling me a thief, and then he pulled out this willow switch and started swinging. Well, I. She was perfectly in control of this – it was Her spectacle. She was The Mistress of our struggle. And it would be She only who decided how the contest would proceed from here. She wanted it to be how She wanted it to be.Oiling up Her hands, She took position, stood between us like a Hind between two Stags, and then beckoned us toward Her. My Rival and I stepped to within a few feet of each other. The Woman allowed Her hands to fall, one to each of our still erect phalluses. Under her teasing. He is the most sexiest man alive. He's a bit nervous about you giving him a blow job." Amy pressed her wet soapy body up to Jerry's and wrapped her arms behind his neck. I couldn't help gasping myself as Amy licked his lips and said, "Baby, give me some cream." She slid her sudsy chest down his, leaving a trail of soap behind. Jerry shuttered as his dick traveled between the valley between her breasts. When Amy's face reached his crotch, she took her hand and spread the soap all ready deposited.