The taller one finished off his exercises with a cable kickback. The muscles of his legs stood out as he extended his foot behind him.While he was cat...hing his breath, the shorter man moved in from behind and slid his hands around, cupping the other man's crotch, knuckles shifting as his fingers moved.The taller man writhed in that grasp - the camera shifted around the side to show his growing erection, the legband of his shorts lifting just a bit to give a teasing glimpse of swollen testicles.. He pushed himself away from Emma and began paddling back towards the shoreline.Emma saw Bruiser was panting as he swam excitedly.“Alright, I think Bruiser’s had enough swim time,” she announced, standing up from the water. Brent watched as the water dripped from Emma’s breasts. Emma walked slowly away from him, making sure to sway her hips as she did; it had the desired effect of leading his eyes down to her ass.He would have been hard as a rock if not for the cool water. He made sure to cover. One day on the way to the gym, I received a text from Steve my trainer."I hope you don't mind but I double booked today. My friend Tiffany will be joining us"I hated it already. For one, I had a massive crush on Steve and cherished our one on one time. Beyond that Tiffany was my husband's mistress's name. I considered throwing a fit. I considered canceling. If I had anything else to do, I would have. Unfortunately, at this point, the gym was my life.I arrived at the gym (I always wore my work. ‘So?’ I asked, ‘what was the plan?’ ‘I told Romie (ROMIE?? Nice nickname, I thought) it was totally OK for him to just go ahead and sort out his business. He’s very worried about leaving me here by myself. I don’t come to London all that often, but I told him I’d be fine. I reminded him I’m a city girl. He’s really quite sweet.’ ‘I’m a typical American moron. I always screw up the difference between a South African and an Australian accent. I’m sure they don’t sound at all alike but they do to.