So, the next night I packed my trainers, a T-shirt, my green baggy shorts (Jon’s idea) and a towel into a bag and put on a dress and coat and drove to the school. A woman about my age called Jenny ran the class. She was very friendly and after telling me about the set-up she pointed out the girls changing rooms and I went and got changed. There were about 8 other women of all ages getting changed in there and when we went into the school gym to start there were a few more women and 4 men, about 20 in all. Jenny had us line up in rows before she switched the music on and we started. I made sure that I got on the back row; I didn’t want to look an idiot not knowing what to do. We started off doing all the things that I had seen on the television and by the time we stopped for a break I was knackered. Jenny came over to see how I was doing and told me that we had been at it for 45 minutes. No wonder I was knackered. As Jenny was talking to me I noticed that her eyes were looking at my chest, when I looked down I saw that my T-shirt was wet with sweat and it was clinging to my skin. It was really showing the shape of my breasts and nipples and I could see the dark area of my aureole. Jenny told me that the second half was less strenuous as most of it was floor work. Before we started again we all had to get a mat to lie on and we all lined up again. I kept my place on the back row. Jenny had us do all sorts of stretching and press-up type exercises while she walked in between us all, telling us what to do and ‘encouraging’ the ones who weren’t trying that hard. When she came my way she was quiet for a minute or so before telling me that she thought that I could get my legs further apart than they were. At the time we were all on our backs with our feet high in the air and wide part. I was really concentrating on pushing myself and wasn’t thinking about what I was wearing. It was warm in the school gym and I was sweating from all the exercises so I wasn’t thinking about keeping warm. It was only when I looked at Jenny and saw where her eyes were looking that I remembered that I had indian my short baggy green running shorts on, with no knickers on underneath. Jenny was looking right at my pussy through the gaping leg holes. More than that, if Jenny could see everything that I’ve got then the people who were laid at my feet could too. Well it was too late by then; I’d obviously been giving everyone a good view for quite a while so another 10 minutes to the end of the lesson wasn’t going to make much of a difference. I just started taking quick looks at the people in front of me to see who was trying to see my pussy and trying to think what they were thinking. When we all stood up at the end of the lesson I noticed that the middle-aged man that had been directly in front of me had either been having a good look at me, or he kept a torch in his shorts. Jenny called me Hardcore 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 voyeur 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. The afterlife is a dark void of nothingness. indian He could feel her breasts pressing against his chest voyeur through the light fabric of the robe. As he opened the oil he said to her, slowly, ‘I want to anoint your beautiful, gorgeous arse before I fuck it like it has never been fucked before. “Did you feel harassed?” he Hardcore then asked. We seemed to be overtaking and undertaking in equal measure, zig-zagging between mopeds with whole families on and tuk tuk taxis. One thing at a time…" His future was unclear, but what mattered now was conserving his strength and doing something about his headache. Huh? “You, too!” One has to heal on their own when it comes to an injury inflicted by one of these swords." God knows I did enough of that before I got engaged.