She didn’t listen to any music, the birds were singing nicely. She cleared her mind, thinking of nothing until John and Aaron popped up. Aaron, his ...weet, golden hair in the morning and afternoon sun. John, his dark, dark brown hair tight to his head. His funny hat. Aaron never looked good in any hats. His head was too round. But she loved it, loved everything about him. Then John. He was sweet, proper, old-style. A real gentleman. Held doors open, offered to carry a heavy bag, lift you up. My short skirt didn't do much to hid my ass, and my blouse was off the shoulders, and held closed by four buttons. Needless to say, he approved of my selection.The dinner ended and the guys were drinking, talking and watching some soccer game tape on the TV. I was putting the food away, and when I walked back into the room, the lights were dimmed, and a movie was on. I looked up at the screen and there was a girl dressed in a bra and thongs much like mine, sucking a cock, on her hands and. Miriam sat in the passenger seat up front next to thedriver. She talked to the driver while they weavedtheir way out of town and trough the jungle. The prettyblonde teacher loved the old black man’s Jamaicanaccent. They talked about a number of different topicswhen she realized that the hem of her dress had riddenup her firm thighs and was now showing the old manquite an expanse of smooth white skin. He kept looking over at her and her legs while he wasdriving. Miriam knew that she should. Mr. Ryan was beautiful. I was never gay, but there was just something about him that I was attracted to. Okay back to the story. After a long day at school I finally got to track. Most of my friends didn't like track because of all the work, but I liked to run. In the locker room I began to undress. I took off my underwear and slipped on a pair of running shorts. When I run I prefer to free-ball. We had a workout that day. We had to run four miles around the track. The only thing that got me.