And this is a race.****There was a point in history, when we probably were the two fastestwomen in the country. Certainly over our distance.In spite o... a degree of objectivity, we weren't so far removed fromthose days even now.We ran together through the walkways of the MCG, thankfully onlysparsely populated, as most were still watching the game, given themargin had closed somewhat and the contest was still alive.How different to the leisurely chatty jog we had indulged in yesterdayaround my. ”Brad James handed her the other diary open to a page near the end. “And validate and read this page please.”“Yes, this is mine, dated August 19, 2016, Friday. Brian sent me several text messages during the day. Every one was a downer and made me feel badly about myself. ‘Why are you even living you are so worthless?’ ‘How can you stand to be around other people? Don’t you know they’re laughing at you behind your back?’ ‘Since we got married you’ve done nothing but change for the worse.’ ‘You. Oddly, I was able to keep my cool and even keep my eyes (mostly) focused upon hers. She might have been impossibly gorgeous, but that just made my thumbs itch even more, reminding me that anything that seemed obviously too good to be true, was ... and that meant trouble that I probably didn’t need. The crazy women are the best in bed, though.Yeah, this lusciously ripe tart was just the type to be a regular at one of Comet and Vixen’s weekly gangbangs, or she would sink even to the utter. I quickly made him lie on the floor face up so that I could squat above him and continue grinding. The juices glistened on his face, and I moved just enough that I could pull his face towards mine and kiss him hard, letting my tongue explore the taste of my pussy in his mouth. I couldn’t believe how incredibly sexy and empowered I felt. This wasn’t at all like me, but I had no intention of stopping now. I lubed up my dildo and to both our surprise I shoved it up his arse, slowly slliding it.