We were all wearing the same tight black shorts andmatching tank tops with a wide stripe down the side.The aerobics class was only 15 minutes long, bu... it was a lot of fun. Itfelt more like we were dancing than working out. Our instructor workedus over to the driving beat of thumping bass infused techno music. I hadnever been a fan...but for some reason I rather enjoyed it this day. Thesame music was blaring in the weight room where I would spend anotherfew minutes on my pecks and thighs and. Damn her, she was hinting! "If you want, I can check it out for you," I said,still trying to sound like I didn't care one way orthe other. "Or, if you feel uncomfortable aboutanother woman touching your body, I could just showyou how I play with myself . . . " Anna was already zipping down my skirt. When sheyanked it to my ankles, I kicked it away. My pantiesfollowed quickly. Naked from the waist down, I satdown in the chair with my legs spread wide so shecould look straight up my creamy. The few of the surviving returnees, and most of their sons, amounting to about twenty men in all, which included the mayor and all the judiciary, put the complete story down on paper. They had it printed during that day, then the twenty entered the town hall. The remainder of The Hand of Man, that is every male over the age of fifteen in the town, stood at attention outside in the street. As the twenty walked, marched, limped in their old age and infirmities, to the lectern, they passed bundles. Mom looked at the carpeted floor. It would do. She had been here before, so had Chanel. Both had fucked and been fucked in a changing room in this store. The next few minutes were a blur to Moïra and Pamela. The two women fell to the carpet with Mom on top. Mom stuffed her panties, rolled into a small ball, into Chanel’s mouth. Mom opened her mouth to receive Chanel’s similar offering. Then the women took their position, preparing for the fuck. They went missionary, the two mops, one black the.