The bus arrives at the nearest stop in five minutes. If I don’t run for my life I will miss it. I dash out the door, skipping breakfast and blazing ...own the sidewalk. My breath is coming short already and I’ve only halfway. I wish I had a watch or a phone to check the time. The bus stop is close, I can see it now. Barely glancing across the road, I dash across the street, dodging a car with an idiot driver laying on the horn. “Shut up, I’m in a hurry!” I scream and rush to the bench. But I can. It turned into a game of tag, where I would chase him and try to jump on his back and he would dodge; and then he would chase me and I would try to escape.We spent a lot of time at this until I was too exhausted to keep it up and collapsed onto the ground, trying to catch my breath. Brute stopped playing immediately and came over to see if I was OK. He bent down his huge head and licked my face and neck with his big tongue until I was forced to get up or drown in doggie-drool.I looked down at. However, with time, and all the pressures from work and family, she began to rethink.Meghna really needed someone to sit with her, have a glass of wine with her, and also cuddle her. She missed spending her evenings like how she used to back when her husband was around.Without getting any love in return, it began to affect her slightly. She used to get frustrated and angry at times for small reasons. Even she realized that this needed to stop. So someone suggested she take a break, go on a. He'd like to fuck my ass, the cuatomer tells him.A few hours later, the phone rings and it's Rick from the sex shop. I give him directons to my house and he's on his way. I leave the door open just a crack and he walks in calling my name. I tell him to come to the kitchen, where I'm sitting on the counter with whipped cream on my pussy and tits.He undresses and walks to me, bends down to lick the cream off my tits and is rubbing the extra cream over my tummy. licking my tits and licking up.