Just Kate

Kate decides to join you on your morning jog, while the other three shuffle back into their room, but not before giving you goodbye waves. You hustle back into your room, and change into your running gear. You wait in the hall for Kate - a few minutes later she opens the door, her long, silky brown hair tied up in a ponytail. Her perky breasts held up by a tightly wrapped red sports bra, her ass encased in a pair of black running shorts.

"Ready?" you ask.

"Ready," she says, "what's the route?"