I’m Emma,” she said, extending the hand not holding the leash. The guy took it and shook.“Hi, I’m Brent.”Brent was Emma’s height, looked t... be in his late twenties, and was somewhat plain but otherwise good looking. Not overly rugged, 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. “You... (gasp) ... should have... (gasp) ... warned... (gasp) ... me...” she huffed and puffed but managed to get a full sentence out.“You... (gasp) ... wouldn’t have... (gasp) ... believed me ... it... (gasp) ... would have been... (gasp) ... impossible ... to ... describe... (gasp) ... what you just felt... (gasp)...” I huffed right back.After ten, of fifteen minutes of struggling to breathe again we both recovered enough to cling together and collapse into a deep, untroubled, sleep. However,. You just have to absorb it. Let it wash over you. Keep silent except for my changed breathing, panting as the pain swirls round my body and always straight to my clit. He gave both nipples his attention. Pinching, twisting, pulling them. Leavening them sore throbbing tender and possibly a little bruised. I love it.He stroked my knee and my thigh. Inching his hand under my skirt. My thighs parting for him to give him acess. When he touched me he found me wet. He rubbed my clit. Starting slowly. ” After a few moments, Miss Moss added, “I’m not wearing any knickers anyway,” and she lifted up the front of her gym skirt to display her neatly shaved pussy hair. Tom swallowed hard as he quickly did as he was told, easing his thumbs into the elastic waistband of his underpants, pushed them down being careful to miss his erection, stepped out of them, and put them on the dining chair with his other clothes. He saw that Miss Moss had kept her skirt up and so he felt that he couldn’t cover his.