For a moment, I thought it was going to work. The dog quieted and seemed to be moving away from me. I kept my head in my arms and breathed a sigh of...relief. Too soon... The dog seemed to pick up my scent from my crotch because all of the sudden, the dog came back to me and stuck its snout right up into my running shorts. I lurched and said- NO! Bad Dog!. But the dog was persistent and began licking up my thighs, smelling where my husband's cum was mixing with my juices. I started to. “I’m a bit ticklish,” you say nervously. I laugh a little and place a few more kisses just above the waist of your pants, my long red hair trailing over your navel. I then sit up and proceed to unbutton your dress pants. The button is too tight so I smirk and whisper; “Goddammit Lucien. Why would you buy these pants?” “I’m sorry. It’s not on purpose I swear,” you reply chuckling. “Do you want me to-“ Just as you offer to undo it, it pops free and I then slowly slide down the zipper. You lift. She would take an uber back to her home in the evening. I suggested why don’t I pick her up. We can have dinner and then I can drop her back to her home in Delhi. I knew her father and brother were not in Delhi as well.So I was hoping I might have a chance. We decided to meet at Cyber Hub for an early dinner. We went to the Drunken Botanist for dinner and a few drinks. She was looking like a doll. With a one-piece dress ending at her knees. Her white neck had a decent cleavage before the dress. Her round tits rose from her chest, proud and perfect. Atharva eyed her deep, tight cleavage as she cupped her globes and squeezed them together. “Ali, that looks so hot!” “You know I feel more of a woman with them, Atharva. Come and let me thank you.” Atharva needed no further invitation. He dipped his hips and slid his spongy head into the middle of Ali’s now spread tits. It more than filled the two inch separation between her olive hued mounds. Ali wrapped her firm jugs around his wet member.