I’m going for a swim in our swim-fit tank. I know you don’t like swimming, but you can ride one of our ‘Tour de France’ cycle trainers, while ... swim. Let me move it beside the swim-fit, and I’ll go change into my suit.”“Sounds like a plan. Point out the exercise bike and I’ll move it beside your swim tank.”“Sorry, no can do,” Kaleigh replied with a smile. She then added, “It has to be an employee, who moves and sets up the equipment. Insurance rules, especially with it being an electric powered. ”“Not anymore.”When she snickered, I looked up at her standing in the doorway to my office. Black lacy panties covering an ass that was so perfect and thighs to match. A little extra meat, but very firm from being so athletic. My eyes finally rose to meet hers. “Shouldn’t you put some more clothes on? This is what we’re talking about.”She thrust out her arm out and pointed at my crotch, “You’re still in your boxers!”“This is my room - and my house.”“My house too. I just want to be. This made your life a living hell until you realized girls don't mind hugging other girls, even if your face is right in their tits, they rarely mind if you feel their hips! They really mind if you rub your bulge against their snatch so you stopped doing that. Oh, and finally, your name is Gwyn, cute? Fuck yeah it's cute.But you didn't wake up to look at the mirror and give exposition, you woke up to go to school! But the reader didn't start reading this to go to school, they started reading. Waxman, I know it will cost a lot of money, and I earned mine for med school. But if I go away knowing what could happen to my brother and sister, I don't think I could concentrate on school. The money I whored myself to earn would be wasted." I see. What are you afraid will happen?" Well, Dad, the ultimate male chauvinist macho man, was blessed with two athletic daughters and one totally non-athletic son. I know what they tried to do to me. I don't know if Shelley can take it. And what about.