When Christie was just over six months old we started meeting on Saturdays to work out and run. Either my husband, her son, Blake would watch the baby...or we'd leave her at the gym's daycare. Babies have to be at least six months old for that.We enlisted the aid of a personal trainer for the first few sessions to get a routine for me. It didn't help that the trainer was an amateur bodybuilder and was built to the nth degree. I was envious of her body and wanted one just like it. She looked. Those images got me so excited. I asked her if she got wet. She denied it, but her face was telling a different story. That resulted in another night of hard, hard sex.Sadly, tomorow, she told me that she wants to change her masseus, since she doesnt feel comfortable around him, and asked me to do that for her, since her english is awfull. And so I did, but I keep on wondering, was there something more, than she told me? I am sure that she didnt fuck him, nor something similar, she is very. Most of the time, Coyte grumbled to himself about how boring things weresince he got stuck. "Oh sure," he'd say, "I managed to have a little funby sending my power to Earth, and turning one poor schmuck's life totallyupside down, that had been a good time, but other than that ... this isno place for jokes - or a joker."But today felt different.Something was about to happen, Coyote could feel it.Then the air shimmered, and there in front of Coyote was what lookedexactly like a Christmas elf. . It allowed me to ogle and not get busted. Let the masturbating begin.This went on for some time and she would wear varying degrees of thinness with her tops Sometimes they were completely sheer and others, I would have to imagine (boy, did I).The shorts would be very short, and short skirts sometimes, and I could almost make out her love mound from the front when it would ride up while she leaned back or sat on a barstool. The sundresses were also quite sexy, hugging her body where the elastic.