Penny by musclehead "Yeah, I can still do it." Fred and a couple of buddies were sitting around watching the latest inane TV show about football. This ENSP show actually might prove to be interesting. It was about how football players work out, focusing on weight training. The guys were sitting around as usual. Yeah, they all had jobs that required physical labor but other than that, the only weights any of these guys lifted weighed 12 ounces and to them, a six pack was what these 12 ounce weights came in. So, loudmouth Bill had asked Fred if he could still bench press his bodyweight. All four of these buddies who had played high school football together thought they could still do it. In reality, none of them could. "I got an old bench and some weights in the barn. We'll have to drag them out." They all headed towards the barn, all of them bragging and placing small bets as they headed out from Tom's man cave to see what they could do. "We'll have to see if we can find them under all the accumulated junk," said Tom, leading the way towards the barn that he hadn't been in for almost a year. The barn was not really a barn like you'd find on a farm. It was small and when his kids were young, Tom had put in a floor and turned it into a rec room. Nowadays, it was mostly used for storage. He opened the door and followed the guys in. "Tom, this is all fixed up in here. Are you setting us up?" Tom looked over at the corner of the barn, which was all set up with a bench, a chinup bar, a mat and a bunch of dumbbells. "No, Harry, not me. I don't know who did all this, and besides, doing this was Bill and Fred's idea." He looked around for a moment. The place had really been cleaned up. All the crap that had accumulated over the years had been neatly organized at one end and up on the loft and the rest of the space was set up like a pretty well equipped home gym. "Man, Tom. Where'd all this stuff come from?" "Well, a lot of this is from when I used to work out every day, but there's some new stuff here. Beats me where it came from." Just then the door opened. "Jimmy, what are you doing here?" "Hi, Mr. Miller. Penny said that I could use her gym whenever I want. I guess I should have asked you also. "No, that's alright Jimmy. Penny? This is her setup? She's working out with weights?" "Yeah, didn't you know?" "I guess I'm too busy with work and all. Hey guys, this is Jimmy, our next door neighbor. We've known him since he was a baby. Jimmy, this is Bill and Fred and Harry. We all played high school football together. You still playing?" "Yeah, I'm a starting safety this year, even though I'm only a junior. All the weight training here has helped a lot." "Hey Tom," Bill called from the other side of the room. There's a lot of weight set up here. Let's see, two 45 lb. plates on each side plus the bar, whatever that is." "Forty-five lbs. also, sir. That's 225 total." "Is that what you can bench, Jimmy?" asked Harry. "Yeah, about eight to ten times." "Fred, that's about what you weigh. You want to go first?" Fred had been an offensive lineman in high school and played a little in college until he was cut. "Yeah, I'm sure I can still do it. I used to do over three hundred lbs." He settled down on the bench, reached up and grabbed the bar like someone who knew what he was doing. "Do you want me to spot for you, sir?" asked Jimmy, ever polite. "No need." Wrong. Fred lowered the bar to his chest, and there it stayed. Acting quickly, Jimmy ran over and helped Fred get the bar back up and re-rack it. He was red with from exertion and embarrassment. "One down," said Bill. "Why don't you try it, big mouth?" "Fine. But I'd like to see Jimmy here try it. Jimmy, what do you weigh?" "About one-seventy-five." "And you can do this? You're stronger than big Fred here?" "I don't know if I'm stronger than Mr. Fred here, but I can bench this weight, like I said, for reps." Jimmy lay down on the bench, took the bar, and pumped out 10 smooth reps, then re-racked. When he sat up, all the adults were just staring, not sure what to say or do. Finally, Jimmy broke the silence. "There's a lot of technique involved. It takes practice. If you men haven't done this in years, maybe you should try, like, 60% of your weight." "Not so fast," chimed in Harry. "Bill here always has something to say. Come on, man, what do you weigh?" "One-sixty." Fred went to one side and set the weights up while Jimmy did the other side. Bill got on the bench. After what happened with Fred, Jimmy decided to stand behind him and be there, ready to spot, whether Bill wanted it or not. And boy did he need it. Jimmy helped him get the bar in position, and as soon as he let go, the hundred sixty pound bar dropped like a stone onto Bill's chest. Tom barely noticed Bill's peril. He was wondering about Penny, his little girl. Lifting weights? Penny? Bill got up and sheepishly moved to the side. Harry quipped, "Hey, this is the first time we haven't heard a peep from Bill in a long time." "Fuck you." "Yeah, well fuck you too. I'm not gonna be stupid. It's obvious that none of us has done this in a long time. I'll try, what did you say, Jimmy, 60%?" "I think that might be a good idea, sir." Looking up towards the ceiling like he was thinking, "Let's see, I'm one eighty. I guess we take off forty pounds and see what I can do." Harry wasn't too proud to have Jimmy spotting him, but he got the weight up, though not without a struggle. "Man, that was harder than I thought it would be. Tom, you're the only one left. What do you weigh?" "About the same as you." He got down on the bench. "Jimmy, quite honestly, I think that Harry looks a little stronger than me, you better spot me too." He was right. Jimmy had to help him get the bar back up. "I guess we're all not in as good a shape as we thought, even though we do kinda physical jobs." "So, who cares? Come on, the games almost ready to start." Just then, the door opened and Penny came in. "Hi Dad. Hi Mr. Smith, Mr. Jones and Mr.Steele, hey Jimmy. What are all you guys doing in here?" Penny was about five feet four inches tall, and she was wearing oversized sweats, so it was hard to tell what her body looked like, but she appeared to be somewhat overweight. The adults in the room ascertained that she was working out to lose weight. Jimmy knew better. She was obviously there to work out hard, like an athlete. She had a couple of water bottles and a large tumbler with some thick looking chocolate liquid. "Chocolate milk, Penny?" asked Mr. Smith, (Fred). "No sir, a protein shake, but yeah, it is chocolate flavored. Why are you guys here, again?" "We were benching our bodyweights." "Cool. It's good that you guys are keeping your fitness levels up." "Actually, we all failed. Your dad here, couldn't get sixty percent of his weight up." "What about you, Mr. Steele? (Bill)" "I couldn't get my bodyweight up, but I'll bet I could do sixty percent." "Ever the bragger, prove it," said Harry as he set up the weight at a hundred pounds, as close as he could get. "Come on, big mouth." Bill got down on the bench. No one went over to spot, all of them kinda sick of his big mouth. In an instant, he was in trouble. As all the guys laughed at his dilemma, Penny ran over and pulled the bar off his chest, and re-racked it. That got everyone's attention. "Wow. You handled that pretty easily. How long have you been working out?" Tom was pretty astounded at how easily his daughter had lifted the weight off Bill's chest. Before she could answer, Fred had another question. "Penny, can you bench your bodyweight?" "Oh, come on Fred, you fucking idiot, she's a girl. She probably got the adrenalin going seeing me in trouble. That's all." "Actually, Mr. Steele, I can bench press by bodyweight." "Show us. How much do you weigh? I'll set it up." "Not today. Today is bar work, and pushups." "What's bar work?" "The bar, there," she said, pointing to the pull-up bar. "Hey as long as you guys are having little contests, can any of you do pull-ups." "Oh, yeah." "Sure." "I know I can." They all responded at once. Each took their turn. Each one failed to do even one. Fred and Bill couldn't even jump to the bar. "That's okay guys, pull-ups are hard. Jimmy," cooed Penny, "do you want to show these old guys how to do some?" "Sure, Penny. Whatever you want." The way that Jimmy and Penny talked to each other was making Tom wonder whether the two young people had something going on. Jimmy jumped and grabbed the bar, then repositioned his hands, spreading his arms farther out to make the pull-ups harder. He then proceeded to crank out ten wide grip pull-ups with seemingly little effort. "Come on, Penny. I can't believe a girl can do pull-ups. Well, I mean, I'm sure some can, but you look a little heavy to me," Bill was ever the asshole. Penny gave him an annoyed glance, then went over to the bar. "Aren't you going to take your sweats off, they look like they add a few pounds." "Bill, shut up." Tom was clearly getting pissed off at loutish Bill. "Mr. Steele, do you think you could be a little less lecherous. I'm your friend's daughter. Young enough to be your daughter. No, I'm not going to strip down for you. I thought you wanted me to show you my pull-ups, not my body." She went over to the bar, jumped up, then spread her arms out the way Jimmy had. But instead of pulling up to her chin, she went behind her neck, in back of her head. And she did twenty. "Guys," Jimmy interjected, "these are much harder than the ones I did." Everyone looked over at Jimmy, then back to Penny, who seemed to be resting at the bottom. Suddenly, Penny pulled herself up with such a quick movement that she went straight into a muscle-up. She dropped back to the start position then knocked out five more. On the sixth muscle-up, Penny did an absolutely astonishing move. She crossed her hands and spun, catching herself in the top position, her arms full extended, but was facing the opposite way with her hands behind her. The older guys really couldn't appreciate how amazing Penny's moves were, except for the gasps heard from Jimmy, who was fully aware that he couldn't do any of these maneuvers. "Jimmy, are you ready for our stunt?" Penny almost whispered. Tom looked on in wonder, his suspicions regarding how much time these two spent together growing by the minute. Jimmy came over and stood behind Penny, about five feet from the bar. Slowly, she spread her arms to the sides, descending until they were fully extended to the sides, one straight line from the fingertips, along the arms and the shoulders to the other fingers, parallel to the bar and on top of it. She then brought her arms back in but this time she descended until she was hanging down in the start position. Kipping her legs forward for momentum, she made a big arc backwards towards Jimmy and wrapped her legs around his torso as he caught her. "Are you ready?" she asked. "Yup. "He lifted his feet off the ground as Penny swung back to starting position and she pulled herself up carrying Jimmy's weight with her. She held her weight and his for fifteen or twenty seconds before lowering down and releasing Jimmy. This time, the gasps from Tom and his buddies indicated that they were now fully aware that Penny was a very strong person. All expect Bill, that is. It was hard to know if he was just a throwback or just stupid. His mind didn't seem to be able to accept the idea that a woman could be stronger than a man. That is unless they were something like the Russian shot-putters of the sixties and seventies. And they were ugly, not cute, like Penny. "That's real good, Penny, but that doesn't mean that you can bench your weight." Maybe Bill was really stupid after all. Penny just rolled her eyes as Jimmy whispered something in her ear. As she went over and adjusted the bench to an incline setting, Jimmy went over to the dumbbell rack. Penny turned to all the men, but directed her comments directly to Bill. "Mr. Steele, I don't know why you can't figure out that what I just did is way more significant when it comes to strength than bench presses. Jeeze, every girl on our cheerleading squad at school can bench her weight, as well as most of the female track athletes and basketball players. Even some of the cross country girls." She got in position and Jimmy brought over two ninety pounders, one at a time and helped her get them into position. He spotted as she banged out ten smooth reps then dropped the weights with a resounding thud, as if to emphasize how heavy they were. "There. Are you satisfied now? By the way, inclines are harder than flat benching and dumbbells are harder than using the bar. I'm not even going to bother telling you how much I weigh. Suffice it to say that I'm two to three times stronger than you. In fact, I think it's rather pathetic how weak you adult men are, you too Daddy." Tom looked at the floor, realizing that the dynamics of his household had just changed. Forever. "Now, Jimmy and I would like to finish our workout. Why don't you guys go watch your football game." "Can we see your muscles," Fred wanted to know. "Some other time. Bye, Bye." Penny motioned her hand as if to shoo them out the door. "Hey, one last thing. Dad, Mr. Steele, Mr. Smith and Mr. Jones. You guys were big time football players in high school, right?" "We were pretty good. Fred here went on to play some college ball." "I'd like to get maybe 3 of my girlfriends from the cheerleader squad and play you guys sometime. Wouldn't that be fun?" Penny's Dad spoke up. "I don't know, Penny. You already pretty much proved that you're pretty amazing, and we're not in as good of shape as we thought we were." "Take a month and get in shape. Come on. It'll be fun. You guys are all bigger than us." "We'll talk about it while we watch the game." A few days later Penny and Jimmy were in her makeshift home gym out in her Dad's barn. It was a very hot day. Jimmy had already stripped down to just a pair of shorts, his finely honed body dripping with sweat. Penny was in her usual baggy sweats but was getting increasingly uncomfortable due to the heat. "Jimmy, we've only been working out together for a few weeks. You know, I'm kind of modest, that's why I keep covered up when you, or anyone else is around. We've known each other all our lives, but you haven't seen my body since we grew up and since I started working out alot. I really like you. You've always been my best friend. Is it okay if I take my sweats off?" "You don't have to ask. Why? Is something wrong?" "No. It's just a matter of trust. And I do trust you about as much as I trust anyone." For someone who was supposed to be modest, Penny sure had a seductive way of stripping down. She used one foot on the heel of the shoe of the other, to pry her shoe off then did the other, all while staring at Jimmy. Then she slowly dropped her sweatpants, stepping out of them as Jimmy gasped out loud. "My God, Penny, your legs are more muscular than our running back's." "Lots of lunges." Penny was wearing very short, very tight pink gym shorts that emphasized both her femininity and her muscularity. As she turned around, "They really help my butt too, don't you think." Thinking was the last thing that Jimmy was capable of at that moment because all of his blood was rushing away from his brain and concentrating itself somewhere else. Finally he got his voice. "Penny, you've got the most awesome lower body I've ever seen, guy or girl." "Help me off with my sweatshirt. It's so soaked in sweat that it's sticking." She worked her arms out of the sleeves and into the body of the shirt then motioned for Jimmy to take the bottom and pull it over her head, leaning towards him slightly. He pulled it off and as he tossed it aside, he looked back at an upper body that was every bit as female and every bit as amazing as her legs and ass. Jimmy stood with his mouth open gazing at this phenomenal beauty that he had known all his life. He knew she was amazingly strong. But nothing had prepared him for the physical perfection standing before him. He looked down at the floor, embarrassed by his obviously aroused condition pushing out from his shorts. "Don't be embarrassed, Jimmy. I'm glad you like the way I look. I like your body also," she whispered as she reached out and stroked his bulging shorts. Slowly he lifted his gaze, starting with her pretty bare feet, toenails painted a light shade of pink, veins running all over the tops of her feet as only really lean people have. Her lower legs were absolutely cut and detailed in the front with the calves bulging out on both sides. Her thighs bulged with muscle and separation, flowing into narrow but powerful hips and a round ass that was a muscular as an ass can be. Her lower back had those trademark dimples. Penny was wearing one of those ribbed wife beater shirts, dyed pink to match her shorts and cut off to reveal rock hard abs, some veins showing and disappearing down inside those all too tight shorts that were rolled down like teenage girls like to do. A little of her devil's horns were showing, obliques hard and detailed, the most amazing and hard torso imaginable. Penny's breast's were nice sized, not huge, but sitting on top of well developed pecs and broad shoulders blended down to large biceps, each with a vein running the length up to those round delts. Penny's nipples were poking out from her tight shirt, indicating a level of arousal rivaling Jimmy's. He ran his hands up and down her hard abs, his breathing shallow, hers deep and even. "Jimmy, will you teach me how to wrestle?" "That's not what's on my mind." "Well, we can treat it as a kind of foreplay. How does that sound"? He reached around and grabbed her hard ass as she did likewise, pulling him in so their bodies were plastered against each other, his dick against her abs. Just as she was about to go up on her toes to reach to his lips, they heard a sound outside. "What was that?" a startled Penny asked. They stood silent for a moment listening, then shrugged their shoulders in unison. "Probably a bird, or a squirrel." Jimmy leaned down slightly and Penny whispered in his ear, then the released their dual ass grabs and she went over to set up the weights for some benching. Jimmy headed towards the toilet, then slipped out the door to the outside. She lay down and did some warm-ups with 155 lbs., the bar brushing her nipples at the bottom, causing her to moan rather loudly. Ten smooth reps later, Penny re-racked the weights, and sat up, just as Jimmy came back in, pushing Mr. Steele out in front of him, his arms locked in a chicken wing. "Look what I found peeking into the window, Penny." "Mr. Steele, are you a Peeping Tom?" "No, Penny, I mean ... , I'm sorry. You said the other day that you could bench your bodyweight and that today was chest day. I was just curious to see you do it. And I was wondering if you could train me some. I wasn't peeping. Well, I guess I was, but not like I'm some kind of pervert or something." "Well, you seem to be sporting wood right now, but then again, if you didn't, I'd definitely think there was something wrong with you." She sauntered towards him. "Jimmy, you can let his arm go. And could you put two more 45s on the bar please? And add the collars. That'll bring it to 255. Mr. Steele, through the window you just saw me do my bodyweight, ten times. That's one-fifty-five. Ten times." "You only weigh five pounds less than me? I'm a lot bigger than you." He had finally stopped shaking, hard to tell whether his trembling had been from arousal or fear. "Are you surprised? You're a pathetic, out of shape man. I'm all muscle, which is denser than loose flesh. That's like thinking a pillow should weigh more than a rock because it's bigger." She went over and lay down on the bench. With Jimmy spotting her, she performed five good reps with the heavy bar. Bill just stared, amazed at the power of this eighteen year old girl. "There, are you satisfied? Nod your head. "Anyway, we've decided to change our routine today. Jimmy here is a varsity wrestler during the winter season. He was going to teach me how to wrestle today. But I've got an idea. I can learn a lot just by watching. I don't know if my Dad told you, but in addition to being very strong, I'm a natural athlete. I learned how to hit a baseball just by watching him swing a bat. So, I want to watch you and Jimmy wrestle. Dad told me that you wrestled in high school. I know I'll learn from watching Jimmy. Let's see if I can learn something from you too. We'll have a round robin tournament. You and Jimmy wrestle, then Jimmy and me, then you and me." She slowly walked over to him reaching out and grabbing the bottom of his shirt, and in one quick and powerful motion yanked it over his head, turning and swinging it as she finished, causing Bill to stumble and fall forward towards the mat. "I don't wanna do this. I haven't wrestled in years. Jimmy will probably kill me." "He's not gonna hurt you. And if you don't cooperate, the whole neighborhood will know that Mr. Steele is a Peeping Tom." Reluctantly, Bill prepared himself to face Jimmy. "Wait, Mr. Steele, take off your shoes and pants." He did as told, causing Penny to laugh out loud. "Jeeze, Mr. Steele, my legs look like their twice as big as yours. Ok, you guys, show me what you got." So they wrestled, and Bill was right, Jimmy wrapped him in hold after hold with Bill hardly able to fight back, although he started to get some of his rusty skills back. Still, after toying with him for ten or fifteen minutes, Jimmy mercifully ended it, pinning Bill easily. Bill lay there trying to catch his breath while Jimmy went over to the refrigerator and got a cold bottle of water, turning and tossing one to Bill. As Bill gulped down some much needed water, Penny went over and grabbed one of his ankles, dragging him off the mat. "My turn, Mr. Steele. I think you've taught me a few things, the most important being that if you have no strength, skills will do you no good." Turning to Jimmy, "Are you ready, boyfriend?" "Sure. I didn't waste any energy on him. Let's go, babe." They wrestled, hard. Though Penny was indeed a fast learner, Jimmy's experience was obvious, and he was a very strong young man. Bill sat on the floor, leaning against the wall watching these two beautiful young physical specimens going at it, amazed at how superior they were to any teenagers back when he was in school. After about twenty minutes, Jimmy had Penny in a tight cradle hold and it was over. He started counting, one, two. Suddenly, before he got to three, Penny's powerful legs exploded, breaking out of the hold as her free, outside arm reached up over Jimmy's back and grabbed the top of his shorts. With one quick move and astounding strength, she pulled and flipped Jimmy up, over and off her in a split second. Instantly she was on her feet, bouncing lightly from one side to the other, waiting for Jimmy to figure out what had just happened. He arose, turned and looked over at Penny while she gave him a huge smile, then threw him a kiss. They wrapped up in the center of the mat and for the next several minutes, Penny showed Jimmy, and an unbelieving Bill that while he had the skills and experience, Penny had frightful, indomitable strength. The match finally ended with Jimmy wrapped into a tight ball, and Penny holding him immobile while smiling at Mr. Steele, like a cat looking at a mouse. She let go and Jimmy sat up, gave Penny a big hug and complimented her on how superior she had just proved herself to be. "Oh, Jimmy, you're so great. That's one of the reasons I like you so much, you are a twenty-first century guy and you realize that females can have no limits as well as guys." Then she turned to Bill. "That's the problem with your generation, Mr. Steele, you aren't able to realize that women can be the equals and sometimes the superiors of men. But you're about to find out, the hard way." "No, please, Penny. You've proved your point. I had no chance against Jimmy, and then you destroyed him. What chance do I have against you?" "None. But you have to be punished for sneaking around and peeking in the window. Do you want to make it more fair?" "How is that possible?" "We'll think of something." Looking around, Penny hit on an idea. "Jimmy, give me a hand here." She picked up a roll of duct tape and Jimmy taped one of her arms behind her back, taped at the wrist, sucking in her breath as he wrapped it tightly around her hard waist. Turning back to Bill, she spoke. "You still don't have a chance. But you also have no choice." Penny then proceeded to beat the crap out of the poor guy, at one point, just to mock him, she allowed him to try to tackle her down while she stood on one leg. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled to one side and the other while she laughed at his futile struggles. Then she pushed forward, still on one leg, grabbed his ankle and flung him across the room. She looked over at Jimmy, who was watching with rapt attention. He could tell from the glazed look in her eyes that her mind was in another place. Turning back to Bill, who was on his hands and knees trying to get his bearings, Penny took a deep breath and squeezed her magnificent abs hard. The duct tape frayed and tore in several places. Her shorts also tore, so she pulled them down to her ankles, stepping out of them, her unbelievable body pumped to the max, standing there with just her tiny undies and sweat-drenched wife beater. Now with both hands free she grabbed Bill under his armpits and flung him again, all the way over to the opposite wall. "Jimmy," she said breathlessly, "Open the door." He got up and went over to comply with her request. Penny went across the room to where poor Bill lay, completely out of it. As she picked him up once more, this time by the back of the neck and one of his legs, she headed toward the open door and when she got about five feet from it, flung him with all her might. He flew out and landed in a heap on the grass. Penny kicked the door shut and as she turned back towards Jimmy. She could barely talk, such was her state. "I never knew wrestling would turn me on so much." She yanked her top off then literally dove at Jimmy, knocking him onto his back. Sitting on his chest, Penny turned and pulled Jimmy's shorts off. His member instantly sprang to life. Penny was writhing around uncontrollably. Jimmy may have known her all her life, but he certainly didn't know the sexual animal sitting on top of him at this moment. He reached up for her breasts but his hands never got there. She grabbed his wrist and slammed them back down and onto the floor and then sprang forward, landing her crotch on his face. She transferred his wrists to one hand so that she could pull the fabric covering her pussy to the side, then went back to holding one arm with each hand so she could lean forward and really push herself into his mouth. She was completely overwhelmed with her own amazing power and so out of control that though Jimmy wanted to please her more than anything, he was also worried that she might really hurt him. Several intense orgasms later Penny was startled to felt something hot and wet hitting her back. Sitting up she turned to see Jimmy's twitching dick, and immediately realized what that hot stuff was. "Oh, Jimmy, I guess I forgot about you. Wow, I guess I must really have you excited as well, no hands and you just came bucketfuls." She quickly spun around and took him into her mouth, and even though he had just come, he was so turned on by this muscle goddess that he quickly shot his load again. He lay there exhausted and she finally calmed down for a moment. "Penny, what's happened to you?" "I don't know. I knew that I'd have no problem with the old fart, Mr. Steele, but when I broke away so easily from a stud like you, the floodgates opened. Then, kicking his ass, I realized that I could have destroyed two of him, maybe three. I had an orgasm when I was standing on one leg with only one arm free and he still couldn't do anything to me. Did you notice?" "No." "Well, I want another right now with you inside of me." She looked down at his member which was starting to deflate. "Well, I'll have to do something about that." She got up and stood above him, straddling him, one foot on either side of his thighs, looking up at him. "Jimmy, can you do handstand pushups?" "Only one or two, using the wall for balance." "Watch this." She put her hands on the floor, just a little closer up towards his waist and went into a handstand, her amazing strength creating perfect balance. She slowly lowered herself and at the bottom, took him into her mouth. She proceeded to do handstand pushups, her lips running up and down his shaft. Jimmy moaned loudly, his dick harder than he remembered it ever being in his life. When she thought he was getting close, she pushed all the way up, releasing him, then slowly bent at the waist and with perfect control, brought her powerful torso down, impaling herself on him. "I'll bet there's not too many people who can do that." Gently, she grabbed his wrists again. He did not resist, having realized that she was stronger than him, and in her present state of arousal, she seemed to have gained an even greater power gap between them. She grapevined his legs and lowered her firm tits down to his mouth. He started to swirl his tongue around her nipples. This time it was her turn to moan loudly and she went so wild as she came that she battered Jimmy to the point that he passed out as he had the most intense orgasm of his life. Finally calming down, she kept him inside of her, but released her holds on him and lay with her head on his chest. When he came around, and got his voice, "I like the new Penny as much as the old one". "We'll have to do this as part of our workout from now on. Ya know, I can't wait to get some of my cheerleader friends to play those old fucks in some football. Tackle, of course."