.. I was ... right!" Sandra barely managed to get out."How do you mean?" You two ... are the ... long distance ... runners." Um ... yes?!"Sandra let o...t a huge sigh and finally managed to stand up again. She saw how the girl was looking at her, and it made her remember how naked she was.Sandra managed a smile and said, "I normally look much better!"It made the girl smile back at her, and she said, "You look fine enough to me! So ... Are you also a long distance runner?" No, just a soccer. The other rooms are filled with couples. As I enter the kitchen, I see a back door. I open it and turn the light on. I’m in the garage and no one else is there. I close the door behind me. I need to liberate myself. The pressure inside me is becoming unbearable. I walk around and I see a canary yellow and black 530KTM motocross bike on a stand. It was well-maintained and standing there like a prized possession. It is polished and on display. I walk over to it, running my fingers along it,. ..he's going to look in the fucking car! "Hey there, Alf!" Bengivenga screamed, looking Fanchon's side window. He then pretended to notice Fanchon for the first time, though Alf and Fanchon both knew that Bengivenga had the total hots for Alf's shapely redheaded wife.?Alf stuffed his dick back into his zipper as Bengivenga stuck his head in the car. Bengivenga,?while staring straight at Fanchon's cleavage, made small talk. "We sure miss Alf on the Kissler softball team, Fanchon...his pitching. ‘Mom, how could you?’ she asked in a softer tone. Amy looked at her and responded with, ‘I’m sorry, baby. I’ll never do that again.’ Sue straightened and moved quickly towards the refrigerator and opened the door. In her hand was the jug of orange juice and she had her back to me as she poured a glass. She moved back to her previous spot but held the OJ in front of her as she turned and leaned back against the counter. One arm rested on the counter top, the other brought the drink to her mouth..