She jumped saying “oooo, your hands are cold”. “I’m sorry Emma it must be the cold can I’ve been holding, but I think I’ve got the zip sor...ed”. I freed it and stopped before she asked me to take it right down in case it jammed again. I was now beginning to wonder if I was going to see more than I’d hoped for and I did as the zip went on forever, almost to the crease of her bum. “Could you just rub my shoulders please, your cold hands feel so good it eases the tension.” As I let go of the zip. When I was well enough to get out of bed I reacted by getting furious, and I asked him about this woman. He confessed and promised to break it off and start fresh, but somehow it wasn’t good enough. It’s not something he can just say, “I’m sorry I won’t do it again” and expects everything to return to the way it was. I felt like we weren’t even- I planned to fuck around and then confess, just as my husband had done to me. I focused on that thought as I invited Vinod out on a date for real. We. I was blissfully enjoying some particularly pleasant tingly sensations between my legs as I was moving and reaching and gently sliding back and forth, but still I was more focussed on playing with my sand funnels and water wheels and ordering my workforce of trolls and little ponies around, and occasionally my little sister who was covered almost to the shoulders in wet sand building sandcastles and and making little streams and dams.Pretty soon I could start to feel those naughty sensations. Dog on my back,pounding away at my virgin arse!I remained still, and found that with my panic and fear,my arse muscles were tense, this made the in out motionof his cock painful. I started to relax, and found thathe was then able to go deeper. I could feel this tensionwithin my bowels, as if he was hitting my stomach orsomething. It was quite uncomfortable, and I shiftedaround and found that if I lowered my shoulders to thefloor, the discomfort eased. I could now feel a largeball shape pressing.