It confirmed to her that she had picked out the perfect running outfit. Sandra couldn't know this, but the fabric of her short-shorts had almost compl...tely disappeared in the crack of her ass, so it was practically as if she was running bottomless through the streets, when looking at her from behind.At the parking lot, the one in front of the forest, she noticed the car of her running buddies. So, they were already here. Had they forgotten her already?Again, she took the same short trail. My goo splattered on the dusty concrete floor, leaving ragged, milky puddles.I stood there, slowly milking out the last of my jism from my cock in the afterglow of a really good cum, when I heard the sound of a car entering the garage. A second later, the flare of the vehicle’s headlights entered the room through the door, and I realized that it was parking right next to the stairs; its occupant would be passing the laundry room any second.Moments before, in the height of my arousal, I would. It was a groan of passion that she somehow managed to hold captive behind her closed mouth. I pulled my mouth back again ready to continue, but this time it was slut who did the ramming. She slammed her cunt down hard on my face, driving the back of my head into the sand. Then she started pumping really fast.I had to time my breaths so that my nose wasn’t buried in her twat when I tried to breathe. That wasn’t easy because she was going so fast. If it was a man going at that speed, he wouldn’t. He and Brenda were having breakfast down at the Inn’s restaurant.“I’m not completely sure,” admitted Brenda. “It’s some sort of island ceremony. Babs was the one who invited us along. She said they always attend it when they come here, and thought we would like it, too. She invited Liz and Bob, but they are leaving early Saturday morning and this thing runs late. They’re going into town to experience Captain Jack’s, instead.”Steve nodded. “So, the plan for us is?”Brenda shrugged and smiled..