1. The dildo was in the bag -2


    Date: 11/10/2017, Categories: First Time, Masturbation, Mature, Author: stif266, Source: xHamster

    to her that John probably thought of her that way too. She was the perfect wife, pretty, shapely, talented. She fit the house to a tee. But, just as John spent money on the house, but used only a tiny fraction of it, he also spent money on her, and used only a tiny fraction of her as well. Angrily, she started into a stride that was much too fast to sustain for long. Two miles later, she had calmed down, and reduced her pace to a ground-eating lope. The run had already done its job of calming her. The endorphins she depended on had been produced, and she felt wonderful, alive, if not fulfilled, at least content with life. She sensed, more than saw someone ease up from behind her, also running, to fall in step with her. She glanced over to see a young man, his face placid, looking ahead. He said nothing, but in this situation, nothing was required. They ran together in companionable silence, their breath hissing in and out of their lungs. Something made her lean forward just a fraction more, which required her to lengthen her stride to compensate, and she pulled ahead of her impromptu running partner fractionally. He caught up within seconds, and matched her stride. He obviously wanted to run with her, despite the fact they were total strangers. She'd only gone three miles by then, and had intended to run at least eight, so she maintained the pace, not wanting to wear herself out before she got the miles in. When she passed the five mile mark, though, and her partner was ... still breathing more or less easily, something in her demanded that he be tested. When the eighth mile was behind her, she decided she wasn't stopping. Not until he did. At ten miles he was still with her. Not a word had been said. He was breathing harder, though. Claire had done marathons before, though she wasn't in shape for one now. She could feel the burn that had replaced the feeling of invincibility in her muscles. Her body was telling her she was, after all, human, and that she was stressing things too much. The desire to be better than this young man overcame her common sense, and she lengthened her stride again, running what she considered to be &#034fast&#034 now, to leave him behind. But he stayed right with her. Now she abandoned even caution, running as fast as she could, a dead sprint, with no finish line in sight. Elation surged through her and gave her strength as he disappeared from her peripheral vision. She imagined him staggering to a stop, his lungs heaving, a look of disbelief on his face, that he had been bested by a woman. And not only a woman, but a woman at least five years older than him. Then, astonishingly, he passed her, moving ahead, not exactly leaving her in the dust, but establishing his dominance beyond argument. She was the one who staggered to a gasping stop, and she did it all wrong. She felt something in her right thigh give, and the sudden pain announced that either her Sartorius or one of the adductor muscles there had been stretched too ...
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