. A riding crop. It was brown, about a foot and a half long. A thick handle with a long, thin shaft leading to a flat head of brown leather. I didn't ...ook at Jessica as I revealed it, but studied the crop itself, holding it flat. I suddenly tightened my grip and sliced it through the air, hearing a distinctive whooshing sound. I'd practiced with this earlier, of course. Even going as far as to try it out on myself, whipping along my left forearm in different ways, different speeds. I couldn't. She told me she lives there with her dad and stepmom and said I thought she couldn't be your mum as she could only be late 20s early 30s she told me abit about them and uni and stuff I was clearly eyeing her up as she was sat opposite so when I went to get two more beers I had a little pull on my cock to get a semi and pulled the shorts abit tighter and when I returned it was clearly visable as she was staring and actually licked her lips as I held the beers at cock highly she looked and reach. We all got into lines in which the instructor began to tell us to do our stretches. The first one was simply just standing upright, spreading your legs, and twisting at the hips. As soon as I spread my legs though, I quickly found that due to the looseness of the shorts, I began to feel like I had nothing on at all. Each time I twisted, the fabric from the shorts rubbed on my little penis causing it to get hard. The more I twisted, the more the fabric of my shorts rubbed on it, and the harder. Then without warning, I spot Jenny. I try and leave but she wont let me, grabbing my hand and pulling me in. She then turns around and for the first time I am treated to seeing her massive tits in my face. Must be at least a C cup, if not a D. The T-shirt is a skimpy see through and under she has a mesh type of sports bra, almost workout bra keeping her nipples concealed. She looks into my eyes and then runs her one hand on my knee and up to the bulge in my pants, grips my shaft...while doing.