“Hi, I’m Brent.”Brent was Emma’s height, looked to be in his late twenties, and was somewhat plain but otherwise good looking. Not overly rugg...d, but fit. He had glasses and short brown hair. Oh, and a wedding ring, she noted.“So what’s this little guy’s name?” Emma said, bending down to pet the pug.“Bruiser,” Brent answered with a laugh.“For real?” Emma asked, looking up.“For real,” he answered. “I’m a big fan of irony.”“Well, then ‘Hello, Bruiser’,” she said rubbing his back. He turned away. Gently laying down on the leather bench, she settled her amber-coloredtwists on the bench and began her last set of bench presses. As sheworked through her reps, she thought about the way she ended up in thisspot. The luck of having the right skill at the right place at the righttime. The resources to become the body she had always wanted to be. Thefact that she was able to live a life of pure leisure thanks to herresources, allowing, among other things a penthouse suite including. C up on her offer, because from past experience he knew that she was a cocksucker deluxe, and while some men may have been able to resist her advances he certainly wasn't one of them!!! "Oh my, Jason," she sighed as his dick popped out of his shorts, "you've grown since the last time I sucked you, college life must agree with you!!!" "Yes ma'am," he sighed as the forty five year old cock hound inhaled his hard pecker, "mmmmmmm, you are a true cocksucker, Mrs. C, I guess it must run in the. "I lay on the bed and spread my legs. I held out my arms to him as if to say, "Come here."He reached down and slipped a finger inside my soaking wet pussy. He added a second and fuckedme with them slowly. I realized he was getting me ready for what was to come. After a few minutes offinger fucking me, he lay on top of me. He kissed me and massaged one of my breasts.I felt the head of his cock slip slowly between my pussy lips. It stopped at the opening of my pussy. He took his time and pushed.