Self-image problems from a lifetime of repression would probably be with her forever. Troy was making great progress toward healing her, though.Jess h...d become almost a fanatic about working out. Dan had even been forced to lay down some rules about finishing homework before she could work out. It never caused a problem. Jess just wanted so badly to 'deserve' a man with a body like Troy's. Once convinced that with her curves, excellent conditioning would make her body incredibly sexy, she went. She was totally at ease and her pert little tits stod proud with hard nipples jutting out and I had a raging hard on.“Er, Shelley,” I said. “What are you doing?”She closed the door behind me and put her arm around my waist.“Jean has been telling us about your fantasy so we decided to help out.”“What fantasy?”“About Colin,” she laughed and opened the door to the lounge. Jean looked up from an armchair.“Hello, Darling,” she said. She always looks beautiful naked and today was no exception. . But still, I knew better than that. After the final bell rang, there were nearly five hundred students hurrying through the halls. Papers falling to the floor. Books tossed into lockers, then metal doors slamming. I made my way through the throng to the teacher's lounge. There is a real danger in a crowded school corridor. I have personally been groped many times. There is nothing you can do about it. You can never tell who did it. Finally, in the lounge, I closed the door behind me. The roar. She had no reason to worry about them. Nothing could harm then in the groves.Susan didn't remember unzipping her shorts and pushing her hand into them. But she had, and was strolling with her hand cupping her cunt, feeling the soft hair against her palm, the puffy heat of her slit, the wetness on her fingers. Her tits moved in a tight manner as she walked, her nipples high and swollen. She pressed at her clit, and the soft moan it brought from her almost caused her to miss the other sound. She.