“Hi, Jada. Are we starting early?”“Hi, Mark. No, the away team is not even assembled yet. The plan is unchanged. They’ll depart White Mall lou...ge at9:30 AMand start their descent at the southern vertex at sunrise. That’s when we’ll go live with the Leophone bridge.”Mark nodded and sighed. “Thank God we have a working elevator in the White Mall library.” The elevator in the White Mall lounge was inactive, and it was only on the first floor where the group had instant access.Jada agreed with Mark. Beverly was in her mid-thirties now and had been married for 12 years. At first everything had been great, she and her husband Keith had been passionate and loving, but as each year had faded so had her feelings towards him. Now they remained together more for habit and convenience then passion and love. That’s not to say she wanted out of the marriage. She was happy with him, its just the spark had faded and the fires had gone low. Their love life was almost none existent, once they fell into. I started for the locker room to change, but Tyrone said don't worry, we can finish up. He said laughingly, "I'm the owner and I have the keys. We don't have to leave until we're finished." So we continued on and ended with another round a stretching. I thanked Tyrone for the great workout and he asked me if I was ready to join. I agreed because after all his effort it would have been difficult to say no.I headed for the locker room while Tyrone finished closing the rest of the gym. I was. I pulled my chest up to meet his, and rubbed my sweaty little tits against him. I love you so much, I told him. I love you so much, he responded. I could tell that his was not just a compulsory reply: he meant it as much as I. Bert began to move again. He was not finished. My orgasm had rocked me to the core, but quickly, I found that I had more in me. Bert renewed his actions with slow, deliberate thrusts, each of which ended with quick push of the last inch or so into me. I could feel the.