My tight fitting t-shirt clung to my body and I was certain that the outline of my sports bra was showing through the thin material, but I could care ...ess.They say that physical activity is a great stress-reliever, but I think that is an understatement. My time running on the track team was just about the only thing that had been able to stop the constant buzz in my head since the last time I was with Malcolm.The wind in my face, the burning in my thighs, and the ground flying by underneath my. Christ, what an ass she had!He knew well enough. He'd watched her out in the casino where the girls danced topless and bottomless, with no secret little hair-pieces strategically camouflaging their pussies; in fact, Max had ordered that she keep hers shaved clean, and what a sight that was when she swung into her godamned dance, that thin little pink split twitching right before his eyes... Shit! The bitch knew how bad he wanted her, but she was playing her present status with the big-man right. S. Railroads.Why did the English build them like that?Because the first rail lines were built by the same people who built the pre-railroad tramways, and that’s the gauge they used.Why did ‘they’ use that gauge then?Because the people who built the tramways used the same jigs and tools that they had used for building wagons, which used that wheel spacing.Why did the wagons have that particular odd wheel spacing?Well, if they tried to use any other spacing, the wagon wheels would break on some. The shy small woman held a secret she was ashamed of. She had no idea it was a complete turn on to me. Once I was able to actually move my cock inside her she squirted all over me. We got a couple towels. More squirting. Sh apologized. I assured her there was no need to apologize. I LOVE squirters. To show her how much I went down on her and begged her to squirt on my face. She watched as I licked and sucked her pussy while she showered me. She watched intently as I'd suck her pussy. Squirting.