I collapsed on top of her and then moved to her side. We were both gasping for breath and were soaked with sweat and the wetness of our lovemaking. We...lay there looking at each other’s face. No words, no kisses, just looking into her eyes. Maggie ran her hand over my cheek and smiled. Her lips moved, but no sound came. It was like she wanted to say something but couldn’t. She closed her eyes and laughed to herself. When she opened her eyes, she looked at me. I looked into her eyes and in with. I could still hear the sounds of the people fucking on either side of our stall. Since she was checking out my body, I decided to look her over more closely too.She was about 5'5" with dark brown hair that came to the top of her shoulders. She was a very feminine girl with big, round eyes and lovely curves. She was magnificent. I had never hoped for someone as beautiful as her to be a shemale. She wasn't just pretty for a shemale either. She was pretty even by regular girl standards. She was. The rest of us remained silent if watchful.“You cannot possibly be of the planète noblesse comitat. You have women amongst you,” came a snide remark from a burgundy-dressed fop, who my senses were telling me was the Magicien we’d sensed.Morgana simply let a sputtering electroball form an inch or so above her palm, rapidly followed up by the rest of us except Arch, whilst giving the fop a baleful eye.“You are Magiciens?” the fop replied in shock. “I cannot detect you!”“Like we would announce our. I thought she would move the bench since it was right in front of me but she just braced herself and started pumping out a set. I tried to concentrate on the butterfly press but her skirt was riding up and demanded my attention. I got it in my head that she either was deliberately letting me have a free show or was clueless to the point where she wouldn’t notice, so I feasted my eyes on her for long moment.The next week, she didn’t stop by during my workout routine. The week after, as I got.