We were closing on the two leaders and I was wondering if it would come down to that last kilometer kick.And, in fact, four of us entered the last kil...meter almost stride for stride. This was it. I wasn’t sure how much I had left in my legs. My lungs were fine—I’d been training at ten to thirteen miles and this was only six-point-two. The guy who had led the whole race tried to kick with me but didn’t have it in him. The one following me slipped past him as well.“Not gonna let you get away,” I. ‘Yes, father, I’m here. I love you father.’ His grip suddenly became strong, much as she recalled him when she was much younger, his huge, rough hand pulling her down their backyard to the beach so they could play in the waves. Positioning her ear over his mouth she listened again. Finally he was able to form words. ‘There’s enough, Teddy. Enough for twenty lifetimes’ he stopped to take a ragged, sloppy breath and continued, ‘The trick, Teddy, is to live long enough to enjoy it.’ With that his. I was so entranced by the whole experience I forgot to breath. It was like we were underwater and I would break the kiss desperately to gasp for oxygen. John laughed lightly in the most amazing and charming way. I had been masturbating and reading porn so much before this night that all I had imagined was that I wanted “sex”. I had no real idea what that meant, but I knew other girls had “sex” and I wanted to have “sex”. Then John started kissing me and the bliss and the tingles started and I. I was intrigued. I had seen this chap a number times at the local health club so knew him by sight and especially by sight in the changing room. Great body and a great cock to go with it. He was married and I was used to think lucky woman getting that in you regularly. "Anyway I just wanted to say that I have noticed you ogling me in the changing room" he said . "It's ok though I don't mind I quite like it actually. Don't get a lot of attention at home" "your joking, with a cock like that I.