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Grace finished messing with her shoes and jumped up knocking Trey off balance. “You ready” she stated heading towards the door. “Cheating won’t help you,” he laughed as he came up quickly behind her. “Who needs to cheat, I’ve already got you whipped” Grace mused. They bound down the stairs of Grace’s Victorian brownstone trying to beat each other to the door. Grace ran to greet the crisp evening air, as she looked back at Trey bounce out leaping over the front stoop. The bounce and curve of Trey’s ass was enough to send Grace into overdrive. She accelerated her pace a little and passed Trey, who didn’t mind, he liked watching Grace from behind. She had the perfect ass, firm, round and juicy it was like watching a bouncing ball. He had fantasized many a night about that ass that led to those chiseled thighs that made you think of warm apple pie. Yeah he had thought about them quite often. Grace didn’t look her age which was one of the problems she had with him. She was 41 and he was 29, but you would never guess it by looking at her. She had a flat stomach, ample, firm breast, and a small waist. All of which were in great shape. She was a pretty woman and he loved watching her hair dance in the wind as she jogged. Just then Grace turned around “stop looking at my ass Trey” she yelled. He had to laugh she knew him well, he accelerated his pace tapped her on her shoulder and ran past her. Not one to refuse a challenge she accelerated her speed to catch up and just as she was about to pass him, her foot hit a hole in the sidewalk. Grace flew forward loosing her balance and hit the concrete hard. She yelped in pain as she tried to recover, Trey turned around when he heard her and his smile turned to concern as he sprinted back to where Grace had fallen. “Hold still” he said arriving at her side he gingerly touched her ankle which was rapidly beginning to swell and turn different colors. Grace tried to hop up, ignoring Trey’s advice, but yelped again in pain as she put pressure on it, “Will you hold still Trey commanded irritated Grace was being her usual stubborn self, “Here lean on me, we need to get your leg elevated, we can sit you down at the café across the street, he remarked as he placed his arms around her waist practically carrying her to the café. “Sit down and put your leg on the chair he commanded, “I’m gonna get some ice”, he disappeared inside the cafe returning with a plastic bag full of ice. Grace had placed her leg on the chair next to her, her ankle looked awful it was swollen and ghastly purple, “Damn this was all she needed she thought to herself, how the hell was she going to get around now. Trey knelt down at her side removing his jacket and wrapping it around the ice, before placing it on her ankle. A few female bystanders took notice, as they walked past, checking out Trey’s muscle bound arms and chest, as he tenderly paid attention to Grace’s injury.
