The pounding of his feet stayed with me. Lauren and Jenny, the only other targets were still fifty yards ahead because of their head start and moving ...ut of sight as they rounded the end of the small wood. They may as well have been fifty miles away as far as I was concerned.Out of desperation, I veered left into the trees, running as hard as I could, the fear of being caught driving me on, ignoring the twigs and other litter on the forest floor that cut into my bare feet. I crashed through. The expression on his face never changed. On film I watched how his creamy ass tensed and dimpled as he dug his hooded cock into me. The lighting was perfect. The intricate tattoos on his back and arms glistened with sweat. His long cock showed clearly on film, slick and shiny, as he sawed my ass with a steady drive -- in and out, in and out. I remember feeling it deep. It’s always incredible having this conflicted straight man pumping in my ass. It is obvious on the video when his rhythm. "How far do you suppose we've come, so far?" It's about noon." Pete glanced at his watch. Miraculously, it was still faithfully keeping track of EssChad's long hours. "I suppose we've come ten or fifteen miles, but the trail zigzags so much, we're probably only seven or eight miles from where we started." Maybe more than that," Amy disagreed. "It hasn't been all that crooked. I wonder..." What?" Look how wide this part of the trail is. I'll swear that it's been used pretty heavily, too. I. Unsure of what else to do, they laid him down on the couch and went upstairs. He'd wake up eventually. Hopefully without any recollection of the conversation. Not likely, but a girl could dream."Sam… I'm sorry." As she turned around, the guilt and shame were back in Carly's eyes. This would be uncomfortable."What're you sorry for?" Carly had anticipated that question, but she hoped that Sam would just know and accept the apology. No such luck."We once promised to tell each other everything. But.