We've got more work than I thought. Okay, get on the treadmill and start running; I'll tell you when you can stop."While I ran, I watched Patti set up...two large charts and hang them of the wall. One was a weight chart on which she would record my progress from week to week. The other was schedules listing what exercises I would be doing on which days. After thirty minutes, which in the past would have only been the midpoint of my run, I was laboring to breathe and near exhaustion."Okay, cool. She was still locked onto him a minute or two later when he heard footsteps and her mother call, "Gillian" Oh Shee-it," said Ned softly, but before he could burrow under the hay her mother's head appeared through the opening."Ah, there you are!" she exclaimed. "I hope you've left some for me."Through a haze of shock Ned realised that he had been set up once again, only this time he had been caught. But this was slightly different and it appeared as though the two women were hunting together.. “He was a helluva member to start out with. Did he cum?”“No,” I said. It hadn’t occurred to me until she asked, but no, Luke managed that whole fuck without cumming.“He’s kinda the stud of our little club,” Megan explained. “Both style and stamina. It’s good you started with the best.” Then she looked at me and said. “Have you seen yourself, girl?” she asked. “You’re getting pink.” I thought my tan was pretty good for this time of the year. But looking down, I saw what she meant. The white. She was a very nice girl, with an incredible 5' 2" build that was simply poetry in motion when she walked. Years of track, swimming, and weight lifting had sculpted the girl into a beauty that Playboy would have paid millions to photograph, if they'd known she was out there. It was a good idea, even if it had been blown down in flames.He glanced over at her once more, and sighed internally. She had told him once that she was the product of a mother from India and a father from Egypt, which gave.