I had it all to myself.I started jogging first slowly then faster as I pumped my legs down on the harder sand near the water. I was lost in my thought... as I neared the end of the sandy strip and the rocky cliff started.I had come a long way and should get back to see what Jill thought.As I began to head back I was thinking of Jill and her petite form. I had heard that some girls had a delayed start to puberty, especially gymnasts. I thought back to the times I had seen Jill in next to nothing:. Do I have time? A quick glance at my watch confirms that I do, but should I? Why not. Feeling the slow pathway my fingers take to strip my body of all clothing, throwing them on a chair behind me, I laugh for the freedom. Everything but the polished black stilettos, they can stay. Standing there in front of the full length mirror, twisting and turning, studying my figure. "Not bad." I’m not bad at all, for a mother of two. Bringing my hands up to cup my breasts, enjoying how they over fill my. She wantedto be out on stage as soon as possible, her long,slender legs absolutely bare, her lingerie on displayto half the town.'What am I doing here?' Charise asked herself again,running her hands down the length of her torso. Howcould she explain this sultry, breathless desire toplace her underpants on full inspection for a roomfull of faceless strangers? She might have spent yearswading through the mountain of literature devoted toher unique psychology (indeed, she'd started already),but. I was determined to show no emotion and be Mr. Cool. "Nicole showed me her tits and Jen let me rub her ass, so obviously you need to give me an incentive."Nicole and Jen closed in. I think they liked my idea and they hadn't even heard it yet."And what would that be?" Haley said with a smirk. She was determined to stay in control."That's obvious," I said with retained composure. "I put my hand down your front." Oh, no, no, no, no, no," said Haley and shook her head as if the idea was ludicrous.I.