As Stacy stood up, you were stuck to her butt momentarily, and were ripped off of the bench, but did not stay against her ass for very long. Stacy gets up and walks back to her locker, and as you are thankful to be free, Jenny walks over to the bench drying herself off with a towel, displaying her full breasts and her swaying hips. As she came closer to the bench, she tilted her head back and wringed out her hair with the towel, keeping her from seeing you. She turned around and slammed her ass down against the bench, jamming you up her butt crack. She bounced on the bench as she dried off, smashing her walls of flesh back and forth into eachother, squishing you between them. She leaned forward for a second, and dropped her towel on the bench. As she sat back down, she wrapped the towel around her waist, pushing you further into her butt crack by your feet. She stood up, and you could feel her massive buttocks sliding back and forth, rubbing against you.
Jenny walked over to her own locker next to Stacy’s, and pulled a thin white shirt out. It was hardly bigger than a bra, and as she put it on her breasts were squeezed out the top and bottom of the shirt.
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