We discovered who among us was faster, stronger, fitter. The distance runners were identified, as were the sprinters. I didn't know which category I f...t into. I knew I wasn't a sprinter. There were guys on our team who would leave Eric Johnson in the dust, and there was no way I could stay with them in a race. On the other hand, my stamina for pounding out miles was decent enough, but the real long-distance runners on our team also left me far behind. On ten-kilometer runs, the good ones would. ’ Brody closed his phone and sat on the couch, staring at the wall. He wasn’t sure any family news short of his parents divorcing could have surprised him more than this. He’d never thought about Rick and Amy having problems. If he had, he guessed, he’d supposed they had them just like anyone else. He would never have considered they had anything serious enough to lead to separation. It was lucky, he thought, that he and Ryan didn’t have problems like that. Would they? The idea brought him up. With all the willpower that she could muster, she tried to stop her legs from moving, but it was no use. Each step was as if she were walking on a cloud, moving in a dream world, floating with every motion. She felt his hand touch her softly swaying buttocks as he followed her up the long staircase.The drugged young wife stopped and turned on the stairs to look down at the man following behind her. She watched his large, still semi-hard cock swing back and forth like a pendulum as he climbed. I wrapped my fingers around the excess shaft and gently rubbed and wanked him as I began sucking and licking his monster cock.“That’s good. Yes, yes, yes.” He groaned as he twisted my hair, “Good girl. Oh fuck you’re good!” he continued as I increased my sucking and rubbing until I was nearly in a frenzy. I had to breathe through my nose because I had so much cock in my mouth.“Does your husband know what a good little cock- sucker you are? I bet that he doesn’t! Come on get it all in! Suck it.