I didn't want Mom to getangry with me. "Well, look who's finally decided to show her face. And how is the fairprincess?" she asked sarcastically. "I'm... sorry Mom. I had to call Darla and line up some work for the week.I was as quick as I could be," I told her.She actually seemed to be somewhat understanding. Wonders never ceased.She had the frame of the dress already cut out and assembled and had metry it on. It was beautiful! I liked it just the way it was, but Mompromised it would look so much. “Yes,” I admitted that was absolutely true. I liked seeing her naked in that predicament too though! I was conflicted. I had never seen anything like a naked woman left out on a tennis court with a racket up her ass. It was shocking and a part of me wanted to rescue her while a part of me wanted to see how much further the handle could go.“She didn’t look like she liked it, though. She was shivering,” I said that I doubted she asked for a tennis racket up the poop chute.“No, she asked to be. Ab hamen bahar mard doodne ki jaroorat nahi hai.” “par maanegi…kya woh mere se marwegi?” “hmmm…..mein mana loongi. Tum wahi karna jo mein kahthi hoon. Dekhte hai kaise nahi manegi. Waise tera tagda lund dekhega to koi bhi maan gayegi.” she laughed. It was getting late and my mom was about to come home. We wore our clothes and got ready. “tum underwear mat paheno. Sirf shorts pahen lo.” she told me. She wore her panties and the nightie. This time left her top buttons open so that i can see her. As soon as the other students were gone Beata backed Jacquie against a wall where she melted like an ice cream cone on an Arizona parking lot. Beata took her, roughly, on a couple of yoga mats in the empty studio, bringing Jacquie off quickly and repeatedly with her hands, her muscled thigh, and her shaved mons, before all but sitting on Jacquie’s unpracticed tongue. Jacquie tripled her yoga classes, and she spent as many afternoons and evenings as she could in the arms of her beautiful new.