Jenny called me over to her after bring the class to a close. She asked me if I had enjoyed myself and if I would be going again the next week. She kept me talking for ages about nothing in particular, until she suddenly said, “you’ll really boost the number of men coming to these classes if you keep coming dressed in those shorts.” I blushed a little bit and said, “I don’t know what you mean, what’s wrong with them.” “Absolutely nothing” Jenny replied, “they’re just great, just what’s needed” I knew exactly what she meant, and the grin on her face told me that she knew that I knew. She started walking towards the changing rooms and we went in as the other women were starting to come out and go home. By the time that we had stripped off and got in the showers we were the only ones left in there. It seemed funny being back in school showers, there’s something about them. As I was showering I was remembering my days at school when all us little girls were shy about being naked together, how we used to try to cover ourselves and only have a few seconds under the water. Jenny suddenly said something that brought me back to reality and I looked over at her. She has quite a slim body with shoulder length brown hair. Her breasts are indian amateur about the same size as mine but her nipples are a lot smaller. When she turned to look at me I saw that she hardly had any pubic hair, it didn’t look as if she shaved, she only had a few and they were all in a tall thin triangle above the front of her pussy. Jenny saw me looking at her and asked me how often I shaved my pussy. She seemed fascinated when I told her that I didn’t shave any more, that I had removed them all with a special machine. I could she was cringing as I was telling her about the depilatory machine so I told her that it didn’t hurt at all, the only problem was that it took so long. Jenny joked, saying “well it wouldn’t take long with me with the few that I’ve got.” I laughed a bit and agreed with her. As we were getting dressed Jenny noticed that I didn’t have a bra or knickers and said, “Got rid of your bras and knickers as well then.” She had said it in a joking way and just said, “Oh!” when I told her that I had stopped wearing them over 6 months ago. On the way out Jenny asked me if I’d like to go for a drink with her. I said, “Thank you for the offer but I’ve got to get back to my Master.” She looked a bit puzzled as I continued “How about after next week’s class?” Jenny said, “OK” and I headed for home. Back home Jon asked me how I had got on and I told him asian that I had enjoyed it and that I wanted to go again the next week. I told him all about Jenny and he said that I would have to watch her; he said that she sounded as if she was a lesbian and might try to get into my knickers - if I’d been wearing any. When I told Jon that most of the other women there had been wearing leotards he said that we would go and have a look in the shops and see what we could find. When I got up on the Friday morning I had aches all over. It took until lunchtime for me to get back to normal. Saturday November 7 and Sunday November 8 The weekend went off without anything interesting happening, probably because Jon had a lot of work to do and he had to go into work on the Sunday - all day. I say without anything interesting happening but that’s not quite true. I broke a cup when I was washing-up on the Saturday evening and Jon had me ‘assume the position’ on the kitchen floor for about 30 minutes before he put me over his knee and gave me 100 slaps with his hand. If she did, she might not be able to go on, to do what she had to do, and she indian needed to do it. Of course he wasn’t jacking himself off. She ate my asshole for about 10 minutes deep eating, I was in heaven. There wasn't really much for these two girls to be arguing about, as their newly developing breasts were awesome to look at. Laura: "Nobody." I thrust my tongue into her married depths, fluttering around inside the MILF as she shuddered. No one would notice if they slipped off to the bathroom, would they? A look of horror came across my face as I amateur whispered, "father!" As I was finishing up in the bathroom, I heard my parents shower running and assumed it was my father. Women around him began to approach, vying to catch his eye, to die or be used or both, as he pleased. “Sounds good to asian me,” Chloe smiled.