She hurried back to her locker and rapidly spun the combination lock. Grace opened the door and found her swim goggles and skullcap, but the swimsuit she'd put there just before lunch was missing. Two could play at that game, she decided, happy she knew Jeni's combination. The faint smile Grace was wearing slipped when Jeni's locker turned out to be equally devoid of clothing or swimwear. Jeni had walked in with her suit on five minutes ago, and there was *nowhere* she could have hidden it! What was going on? "Grace!" The redhead jumped at Jeni's shout. "Come on, already! It's just a fucking tan line -- get over it!" With a gulp, Grace slammed the locker closed and headed for the door. She didn't understand what was happening, but Jeni would have to spill the beans or else... The brunette, however, seemed poised to head right out for their session, which was a pretty ballsy move in Grace's opinion. The redhead started to cringe away from the door when Jeni pushed it open, but stopped in stupification at the sights she glimpsed through the opening. Grace stumbled when Jeni caught her wrist and pulled, and was too dazed to resist before she was out of the locker blowjob room. She looked around in shock, eyes wide. *Everyone* was naked! Well, there were a few of the visiting trainers in the bleachers across from the small indoor pool with clothes on, but everybody else was as naked as herself. Grace stumbled on the edge of a floor mat, but kept walking as if she were in a trance, and felt her face heat. Not only was she surrounded by casual nudity, but all of the men were rigidly erect. Grace wasn't a prude or a virgin, but she'd just seen more cock in 20 seconds than in the 20 years before that. Luckily, nobody seemed to be paying much attention to them -- at least until they reached the beginning of their exercise circuit. Coach Evan speared them amateur Webcams both with a look. "Lemaire, Cartright -- you're late! Give me 50 squat-thrusts and then get in your circuit!" People in the city probably aren’t quite as liberal as they are here.” She cried out my name as she fought to keep Coach Johnson away from her pussy. “Yes!” I snarled as the final blast of my cum spurted out, dribbling over Maria's hand. She refused the offer of a drink, politely, from a dyke in jeans and a t-shirt, before a very attractive young lady sat down beside her. “ No, I always went home after school and hardly socialized with campus life. Finally deciding to risk it she left the safety of the shower room and started walking to her room. She shook her head, black hair dancing. Good. No matter what you call it, all the other blowjob contestants were girls, and I still won. Thought Amy. "What do you like most?" he responded. Yet former Brothel Whores 4080-A and amateur 4080-B were ball gagged and hung from the wall behind his desk like trophies. That's why she couldn't squizz her womb around him. “I’m not some dick in a porn movie who won’t kiss the mouth that just pleased him so sweetly. My tongue is moving like an ice skater. I again turn around and start to massage your cheeks and around your mouth, working my way down, your neck, and then to your arms, massaging your biceps, triceps, and forearms. I’m only here on Aghara-Penthay for a mission and I’ll be leaving soon, but I shrink back in horror into the mattress anyway. Steez was the first to admit, “I hit raw each time too,” Juice’s heart dropped to the He tossed it in the air and the guys cheered. Mala went wild by seeing the impression of his pecker covered in a thin veil of cloth. “Yeah, but a slut’s a bad thing. Heat scorches Webcams every inch of me. I’m light headed. His hard cock popped out. “Good Georgia, now the top. He had an erection and rubbed it against my clit. "Tomorrow," he repeated. She pushed harder.