I look her up and down, assessing my competition. Her breasts are full and bouncy, and that ass, mhmm. I make my way over to the tread mill next to ...er, every guy in the gym is staring at us. I set my tread mill to .5 higher than hers. She sees this and cranks hers up to a slow jog. I match it. I warm up with an easy jog, my breasts and ass bounce with every stride. Hers as well. By now, most people in the room have all but given up on the façade of working out. They are staring at. The apartment was crowded and noisy so any conversation about where he and Claire got to would have to wait for later.Molly limited herself to two beers for the night. I had three. I'm considerably bigger than her, after all. We had a nice buzz going. Molly and I slow danced a bit. We became more intimate as the evening wore on. We cuddled and kissed a bit. Neither of us was in a hurry like the freshmen and sophomores. They were generally more desperate to score with a girl while they had. The girls quickly took off their short robes, which was all that they were wearing and then they got started. Soon there were fifteen naked girls in various stages of pregnancy in my living room bent over the furniture with a cock slipped into their pussies and a couple had on slipped into their assholes. They were kneeling on my couch with their heads up on the back of it and next to their head was the head of another girl standing in back of the couch bent over too. As more girls arrived they. It was great for learning skid control.Before we arrived at the turnoff for Morton Farm Lane, a county sheriff and a state police car had joined in. I could just imagine the conversation going on over the radio frequency. "Who are these people? What agency are they from?"I was ½ a mile ahead of the others when I made the turn onto Morton lane. It ran a mile in a hedge row before it made a right turn into the open 1300 acre field and then a mile to the house and buildings.When I made the turn.