Itfelt more like we were dancing than working out. Our instructor workedus over to the driving beat of thumping bass infused techno music. I hadnever ...been a fan...but for some reason I rather enjoyed it this day. Thesame music was blaring in the weight room where I would spend anotherfew minutes on my pecks and thighs and waist. I'm not sure why I neededto work on those areas but the trainer had suggested it, and I trustedthat she knew better than I did.The shower room was pretty impressive.. I threw open my bedroom door chucked the case on the floor my whole body contracted at the realization of what was about to happen my torment was over. She stepped into my room put her little leather jacket on my desk chair and turned to me with her eyes trained on mine. In a flash our bodies pressed tight against each other as we kissed. Her soft crimson lips could have melted the icy blue stare from her eyes. My pulsing rock hard cock was forced onto her as she pressed back and pulled me into. Id better kiss it better then. Wrapping my fingers around the slim shaft, I slowly covered the purple helmet with my mouth, OOOOOHHH! He groaned. Slowly and firmly I stroked up and down, as I sucked and licked his young meat. With my other hand, I tickled Robs balls, and teased his cock with my fingers. Sensing that his balls were tightening, I pulled my head back, and speeded up my rubbing, and Aaaagghhh he grunted, as his hot, white spunk shot out of his tiny piss hole, landing on his. What, might you ask, was so horrible that shattered my good guy control? Purple-colored nail polish. Actually, it’s not just purple, but a lovely pale lilac that shimmered under the harsh glare of florescent lighting. Yeah, yeah, I know, you think I’m a freak. I probably am, actually, but I couldn’t help it. There she was, looking hot in her slinky little dress, pointing her perfectly manicured, lilac tipped finger at me, while she ranted on and on about some pointless nonsense. To her, my.