To be completely honest, I'll also be going to Donna's athletic club this coming Saturday, and doing a little run there, but that's a one-time thing a...d I won't be going back." -- It wouldn't do any harm to insult running, so I added, "I think running around in circles is silly and boring. Plus I would far rather spend the time studying."#4: < ... or having sex.>#3: They still appeared doubtful. So I added, "Ava told us that you didn't want her to look for her next boyfriend at her running. This was the precise ride where she came to learn that anal sex, never mind in public, was exhilarating. She briefly perused the visitor. The gentleman was tall, middle aged, quite trim and fit standing there in his knee length London Fog jacket. His hair was slightly graying at the temples and he had that look in his eye, you know the look. He held himself respectfully with self-assurance and intelligence, but without the arrogance and smugness. Her eyes had to be playing tricks on her. He was. He was in total control, she was blissfully the prey, teasingly walking back and forth in front of his confines.His touch remained gentle and slow. It was as if he tasted her flesh through his finger. Savoring each stroke as it glanced over her lips, down her nose, tracing her ear, and across her neck.Her back involuntarily arched as he traced the outside of each breast. She wanted to feel the firm grip of his strong hands cupping her exposed mounds. She wanted to feel the pinch and pull as. Ashley stood for a moment gazing into Belinda’s eyes, and the sexy black babe regarded her steadily back with a serious and thoughtful look. Ashley leaned forward to kiss the biker gently on the lips, and then swallowed before saying, with a shaky tone in her voice:‘Until next time, then ...’, adding with unusual shyness, ‘if you want, that is?’The hint of her usual laughter returned to Belinda’s eyes and the curve of her lips, but there was no doubting her sincerity as she drew Ashley back.