The contining Cycle (Part 2)
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
deadrisen5
She finally got them on, the waistband snapping against her stomach. "There," she said, admiring herself in the mirror. "Not bad for an old broad." She turned, giving her rear a critical once-over. "Hmm, these are a little... see-through." She frowned, her fingers tracing the outline of the panties underneath. "Oh well. Not my problem if people can't handle it."
She grabbed a sports bra and a t-shirt and headed out the door. The car ride to the gym was a symphony of agony. Every bump in the road, every turn, sent a fresh wave of pressure and jiggling through him. He could feel the heat building up, trapped between two layers of fabric and her skin. But the worst case was she forgotten again, in this drunken cycle mess of her life. "I hope he's okay... maybe Susie has him. She's always fawning over him. That's probably it. He's fine." She said to herself, as she pulled into the gym parking lot.
The gym was a cacophony of sounds: the clanking of weights, the thumping of dance music, the whirring of treadmills. Paula marched in, a woman on a mission. She found Abigail near the free weights, already mid-workout. "Sorry I'm late," Paula said, dropping her gym bag on the floor. Abigail couldn't help but trance to James's predicament. "What?" Paula said shifting her body weight that caused James to get a front row seat to the inner workings of her cheeks. Abigail smirked, "Oh, nothing. Just admiring your... dedication." Her eyes lingered on Paula's rear and the fact that her pants were really making her ass chew James up to show a split view of each cheek. Come on will start with.."
She grabbed a sports bra and a t-shirt and headed out the door. The car ride to the gym was a symphony of agony. Every bump in the road, every turn, sent a fresh wave of pressure and jiggling through him. He could feel the heat building up, trapped between two layers of fabric and her skin. But the worst case was she forgotten again, in this drunken cycle mess of her life. "I hope he's okay... maybe Susie has him. She's always fawning over him. That's probably it. He's fine." She said to herself, as she pulled into the gym parking lot.
The gym was a cacophony of sounds: the clanking of weights, the thumping of dance music, the whirring of treadmills. Paula marched in, a woman on a mission. She found Abigail near the free weights, already mid-workout. "Sorry I'm late," Paula said, dropping her gym bag on the floor. Abigail couldn't help but trance to James's predicament. "What?" Paula said shifting her body weight that caused James to get a front row seat to the inner workings of her cheeks. Abigail smirked, "Oh, nothing. Just admiring your... dedication." Her eyes lingered on Paula's rear and the fact that her pants were really making her ass chew James up to show a split view of each cheek. Come on will start with.."
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