They were the least scuffed and I wantedto show off my legs as much as I could.I took out a black leather mini-skirt and a strappy top and put themon....The heels fit like a dream. They raised me right up and I had notrouble walking in them. Why would I? I was used to this. I went outalmost every night walking the streets in them.I strutted up the room and back again. Then I touched up my make-up inthe toilet mirror.I looked like a real tart. I was irresistible. It was a shame I wasstarting to. Every stroke brought me inexorably closer to an imminent orgasm. I settled on the first photo I had seen of her and focused on her body as my hand gripped my cock tightly and pumped away. I spread my legs and leaned back, my eyes riveted to Hannah, imagining how glorious she would have appeared in person, how I could have watched her nipples stiffen in the ocean breeze, how I could have finagled my way into offering to apply her sunscreen for her, acting as casually as I could as my hands. I went back to his asshole and he almost screamed in joy. He climbed on top of me and entered me. As he started stroking I was in fire and climaxed very quickly. But for him it was only the beginning and he carried on stroking. I started getting aroused again; finally, when he threw out his thick fluid I climaxed again! Two climaxes in such a close succession was a unique experience. Finally, we dried & dressed each other and came out.On our way back, we drank beer again. Beer made us horny and. . was to be her last.This Sunday morning the 23 year old blue-eyed blond executive secretary was to begin her run no different than any other day. Slipping on her bra over her shapely, firm, breasts... and snugging up the straps to avoid the dreaded "jogger's nipples"... she couldn't help but wonder if she was getting too athletic looking... would guys get turned off with a girl with strong thighs and tight waist? It wouldn't matter. Springing off her back porch she got into her regular stride.