For several years, my mother had been offering exercise classes for women and for smaller children, and it was one of the most profitable aspects of h...r business. At two dollars per person, my mother often had as many as fifty women in her morning exercise class, and as many as forty in each of the two afternoon classes she ran. I never understood why people paid that kind of money to do calisthenics with a whole lot of other people.My father made a good living, but my mother now made more than. I could hear her breathing and realizing that I was breathing hard, too. Again and again my boner moved purposefully in and out of her warm, wet vagina. We both knew exactly what we were doing, and it was perfectly fine with us. She started to breath even harder and faster, moaning just a little as I pumped her. The she gasped, squeezed her eyes shut, threw her head back, and thrust her hips up against mine. I realized that she was having an orgasm. It was so exciting. In the next moment I knew. ’ Hardly had she spoken, than boots and jackets were flying and both boys were frantically unbuttoning their shirts and flies. Isabella took the opportunity to undo her own blouse and skirt, shrugging them off before the boys had finished struggling with their tight trousers. Eventually they were done. Isabella instructed them to stand before her together, two tall, handsome, well-muscled young men, both with their beautiful hard cocks standing straight up in the pale moonlight. She opened her. .. kinda scary looking." Oh." Yeah, no shit.Chapter Three:AftermathI was nervous going into school the next day, but everything seemednormal. I saw a couple of guys on the football team and they still wentthrough the whole fist-bumping thing. Interesting, I thought. Maybe Iwas wrong. Maybe nobody gives a shit after all. My chipper mood cameback and I relaxed. Then I ran into Monique between classes."What's up?" I said."What the fuck, Amy?" she asked. Her expression was anything.