He didn’t exactly know what he was doing, but what he assumed would be common sense wasn’t working. Every single day he did exercises that he thou...ht would target his ass and thighs, barbell squats, lunges, hip extensions, deadlifts.. But no matter what he did it didn’t seem to result in his ass shrinking. In fact, either his boxers were getting smaller in the wash or his exercises were having the exact opposite effect that he had intended, which made no sense to him.He turned on his shower and. He gestured slightly with the cigar at the yellow legal pad in my lap, "Write these down. Juices, we already said that one. And add 'dancing.'" Dancing," I mumbled as I wrote."No more 'dancing eyes,' or 'our tongues danced together this and that' shit."Sounds like a fucking tango going on in their mouths."And milking! God, I hate that one! If I read that she 'milked every drop' one more time I'm gonna puke." No...more...milking." My head was drawing closer to the yellow pad as I wrote and I. She locked the door from the inside and turned around to smile at me. I had dropped my gym shorts to my ankles and was standing there with my erection sticking out at her. I lifted my T-shirt up over my head and stepped out of my shorts to stand there in just my gym shoes. She giggled and lifted her T-shirt up over her head and then removed her bra to stand there topless. Next she removed her gym shorts and panties in one motion to stand there in just her gym shoes too. She got on an old. Although Simran was hardly shy she was not nearly as worldly as Sofia and had only really been with a few people in her life. But they did share one common characteristic in that both had best tits, and both their busts were impressive things to see.In the main it was Sofia who took a dislike to Simran, unreasonably, because Simran had done nothing to offend her but as that continued it was difficult for Simran not to feel a level of dislike for this jealous woman. So at work, at least, they.