That's all the warning you're going to get, slut." With that, Clyda pushed her entire fist into Jordan's asshole in one motion. "Holy shit!" cried Jo...dan. "That's right, slut," said Clyda. "Feel my fist inside of you. Stop your sniveling and start working your ass on my fist. Do it now!" Jordan forced herself to concentrate, and began gyrating her rump, and clenching her buttocks as best she could in the position that she was in. "That's better, you little trollop," taunted Clyda. "Work. “It looks pretty severe out there already. You must really enjoy coming here.” He laughed and slung the towel around his shoulders. “I do really enjoy it,” she smiled sheepishly. “I was about ready to call it a day,” the muscular trainer said as he eyed the blizzard outside. “Just showered and was gonna give it half an hour more. If no one showed by then, I was locking up the place and heading home.” “I didn't mean to spoil your plans. I could leave now if you want to get home,” she offered. On my way back to the Skyway Bridge, I passed the Troc and drove down to view the Dali Museum which was terrific. While I never was a big fan of dripping clocks, this museum was fabulous and I gained a new appreciation for his work. I really liked ‘The Basket of Bread.’ Finally, I was back on the road, flying down the beautiful bridge that bisects Tampa Bay heading toward Paradise. I paid more attention to the road this time but still, my brain flashed back to the image moist pussy vibrating. But once most the school got rebuilt they retired the big locker room to a big bathroom. But no one remembers where the football field and gymnasium was before it was rebuilt. And it seemed like an odd place to put it. But it was an old school so i guess it was there for a reason. Katie starts walking off towards the locker room, "hold up, I gotta use the rest room right quick." Well you kinda got to go to so why not go now? So you follow her in. It seems like some one just got out of the.