I want to find out how your muscles are developing,” she said when we reached a grassy spot near the parking lot. The grass was damp with dew but we...were soaked with sweat, so that didn’t make much difference to us. She had me hold her leg straight and press it back as she lifted it. Just usual running stretches.Only there was something unusual about it. Nanette’s normal running wear was like Em’s—Spandex that clung to her every curve and made it such a joy to run behind her. Only the shorts. "What time is it?" She pulled his arm more tightly around her. Megan started, almost jumping. She quickly raised the covers and looked down at herself. "Omigod," she said, "I must have been a lot drunker than I thought. I'm so sorry. I usually sleep in the altogether, so I must not have put on your shirt. I kind of remember getting up and getting into bed with you. I forgot to put the goddam thing on. Please don't think I'm a slut. I'm really not. Oh Christ, I'm so embarrassed." Once again, she. So, here I am.”Her hand had never left mine. There was one of those moments that don’t happen in real life as often as they do in stories. We just sat looking at each other and then she stood, still holding my hand and I stood too and we walked together through the garden to the heavy mahogany staircase which we climbed side by side, no words, until we reached her floor and I expected her to kiss me goodnight but instead she held my hand tighter and led me to her room. Inside, she kissed. Oohh yeah baby. Work that ass, he moaned before biting into her flesh. His hips rammed against her body and forced her to shake the night stand. Grinding his pelvis into her butt and sucking on her neck, he slid his hand from her mouth. Annas moans filled the room, her chest heaving with anticipation. His slim fingers teased the sides of her breasts, gently squeezing her tits and dragging the nails across her thin tank top. Her breath quickened with her aching cunt as her nipples hardened.