I had seen Donna few times before in the gym. She always looked incredible - tight leggings that showed off her big round ass (that seemed to jiggle perfectly with each step on the treadmill or stairmaster) and a cute little sports bra that seemed to be working overtime in keeping her boobs in place. As much as I wanted to talk to her, maybe ask her out to dinner, I saw the wedding ring on her finger and knew she wouldn’t be interested. So I continued my admiration from afar. However, that didn’t mean I felt somewhat protective of her, so I was naturally very concerned when I saw her finish… 阅读更多内容