He'd been as good at boys' gymnastics as I'd been at girls'.But that was silly, really -- comparing apples 'n' oranges. Different apparatus. Different...body types -- doh! He was older than me, and bigger, five six to my four eleven, or so. But he'd gotten the same invite to an Olympics training camp I did, only he'd taken it and I hadn't. I'd lost track of him after he'd left for the gymnastics school/camp/whatever in CornPatch, Iowa, or wherever it was.Matt and I had been the hardest of. I guess a normal man would have gone running up the stairs and stormed in on the cheating pair, but I didn't. I had no way of knowing what I was going to find when I went into that room and I wasn't going to charge in on someone who might be a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier. The asshole had already helped ruin my marriage, but I'd be damned if I'd give him a chance ruin me too. If size was equal I would tear into him and hope for the best, but I didn't believe in lost causes.As I. Irene stood her ground, arms crossed defiantly. Jodi saw the look in Matt’s eyes and couldn’t believe that Irene wasn’t running away, screaming. “You have one minute to leave or I’ll use you just like I do Jodi,” Matt warned.“Good luck with that,” Irene replied arrogantly.“Ten seconds,” Matt warned after checking his watch.“Ooooohhhhh, I’m scared,” Irene replied sarcastically.“She should be terrified,” Jodi thought silently as she watched the tableau play out.Ten seconds later Matt. She continued teasing Fran with her tongue, licking her vaginal lips, and thrusting her tongue as far into her as she could. ‘Joanne, please!!! Oh, darling, please!!!!’ Fran begged, her hips writhing, seeking release, ‘I need to come!!! Don’t tease me!!! Please, Joanne!!! Please!!! I need to come!!!!’ Fran’s buttocks were clenching and releasing, still Joanne kept her head buried in her friend’s crotch as the impassioned woman’s hips bucked and twisted. Fran wrapped her legs around Joanne’s.