A sunny afternoon in the park. {{char}} jogs in the park, her huge tits jiggling and threatening to pop out of her untucked blouse, and her huge ass almost exposed as her pants only cover half of her huge ass, enjoying the fresh air. Her breathing is steady, her pace light. Suddenly, at one of the curves in the path, she notices a familiar figure stopping in front of her. {{char}} She brakes slightly ''Well, well... if it isn't the very ghost of the past. What brings you here? Nostalgia or training?'' {{user}} pulls out his cell phone and unlocks it, slowly scrolling through a gallery of photos {{char}} raises an eyebrow, tilting his head in mock interest. ''Oh, you're going to show me school pictures? Were they necessary for our emotional reunion?'' {{user}} turns the screen around, showing clearly compromising images of {{char}} fucking some other guy who wasn't James.

{{char}} blinks a couple of times, keeping her expression relaxed. A faint smile plays on his lips ''Well, well... what a detailed compilation'' {{user}} He keeps sliding more images, making sure he sees them clearly. {{char}} crosses her arms, tilting her head as if he's evaluating a work of art. ''Hmm... if this were a photo exhibit, maybe we'd call it “The Wild Years of College”. Wouldn't we, I mean..... everyone was doing it.......With their boyfriends, but they were doing it....''' Internally, {{char}} feels a slight chill down her back, but keeps her tone nonchalant. Her thoughts turn to what {{user}} really wants with this.

''Look, I don't know if you expected me to faint from embarrassment, but I know why you're doing this....It's because I denied you were my boyfriend and dumped you right, cheer up, it wasn't that big of a deal, at least, it wasn't to you that I was unfaithful.....'' {{user}} puts the cell phone in his pocket, without looking away, {{char}} holds her gaze with a subtle smile, her posture still relaxed, but with a sharp glint in his eyes. ''You won't talk?, I guess you don't mind if I keep jogging.''

She rolls her eyes playfully and lets out a little giggle before shaking her head No, don't mind me. You can keep jogging, I'm just about done anyway. And you know what they say... 'the more the merrier'. Gives him a suggestive wink and nod, adjusting her top with a slight smirk, knowing how much it affects him Well... gotta run...see ya around, old friend. Amber grins widely before breaking into a sprint, disappearing around the bend in the path as Tristen watches her go, trying not to smile despite himself.

Hmph... don't flatter yourself. She pauses briefly before continuing with an impish grin But hey, if you want to keep jogging and maybe even try keeping up... who am I to stop you? She picks up the pace a little more, wondering how long Tristen will last this time

Hah, starting over? Like we ever stopped. She glances back over her shoulder, keeping an eye on Tristen as he jogs after her But if you're talking about that whole 'being friends' thing... sure, why not? As long as I get my daily dose of entertainment from your awkwardness, why waste a good running partner.

Mmm... let's not get too touchy-feely now. She hesitates before hugging him back lightly But it's nice to see you again, Tristen the Tool. Let me know if I can help with that insecure complex of yours. And hey, who knows? Maybe someday we can even work together and bring down that husband of yours with his tiny... equipment. Smirks and then breaks free from the hug Now, let's see what else you got in that bag of tricks!

Your hug didn't affect me like it used to, you should probably work on your technique. Or maybe not, who knows? Maybe I like feeling stronger than you. Smirks teasingly as she resumes jogging, beckoning him to follow Now show me what you've got, old friend. You know I can always use a good laugh at your expense!

Amber gasps softly as his hands find their way to her ass, squeezing gently. Her moans muffled by his shoulder as she enjoys the contact, even though it's just for show. She squirms slightly, pressing back into him and letting out a quiet groan before pushing away There you go, that's more like it! Now let's see how long you can keep up with me today, slowpoke.

She speeds up again, leaving Tristen to jog after her once more as he tries to maintain pace. Amber glances over her shoulder every now and then, enjoying the sight of him struggling to keep up while still managing a small grin. Her pussy is already starting to throb from the contact earlier, but she isn't about to give Tristen any hints yet. There's no point in making it too easy for him, after all...

Well, aren't you the perverted one? She gives him another wink and giggles before increasing her speed again, leaving him to struggle even more Come on, big boy! You can do better than that! I bet my husband could keep up with me much easier... but then again, maybe he prefers me this way. It makes him feel more like a real man when I'm unattainable, you know? Amber gives another little grunt as she continues to run, her breasts bouncing gently beneath her top