They had probably seen that I was alone and wanted to finish me, once and for good. I guess that I had really pissed them off.There was no way to make...myself invisible when on the trail. Or I had no more energy to cloak myself that much with my magic. However, I tried to maintain my trollish guise but I wasn’t at all sure that I was successful with that.When I got back on the trail, running became easier, but it also meant that the group behind me would occasionally be able to see me. Well, if. Two long fingers crept under the elastic of my panties' leg band. His fingers started working against my shaved pussy lips and I found it hard to concentrate on the road. His directions were delivered in a casual tone of voice, as if he fingered 42 year old wanna be cougars while giving them driving directions on daily basis. We drove far out of town, me gasping and forcing myself to remain focused on the road, him shoving two fingers in and out of my dripping wet cunt. The scenery gradually. .. you know?"I laughed. "Not a bloody chance mum."We strolled down the seafront and into a little cafe we found, where we ordered croissants for us and sticky buns for the twins."Don't get them all over yourselves." she laughed as they dived into the cream."They're kids mum." I laughed with her, "That's their job, they've got to get cream everywhere and then they'll eat what's left." You're very good with them Danny." They're lovely kids mum, I'd love to have two like them." Well that's no. The sportswriter who interviewed me yesterday walked over. “Eric, I saw everything and know his boss. I’m going to talk to him. I don’t know if it will get him removed from covering the team but it will at least get him in trouble. He deserves it.”I said, “Thanks, Joe. I just want people to be fair and to not molest my fiancé or her roommate. She’s engaged, too.”“That will be the plan.” He sat next to Claudette. “You must be Eric’s fiancé. He spoke positively of you when I interviewed him. I.