Her hands tingled for the touch of June's sleek skin and the surprisingly thick bush of hair I between her legs. How she loved to have Pat stroke her fingers through that hairy pile and inch her way slowly into the deep, juicy hole it covered. She was a passionate lover and responded in every way to the demands Pat made of her body. When they were together again at last that night, there wasn't a doubt in her mind that they would make love like tigresses in heat. She was certain June's hunger would be at least as strong as her own.

"Let's put a little speed on there!" she called, glancing quickly around the room. "There'll be another group here to use the showers in a few minutes; let's not keep them waiting."

"Oh, no, let's not keep them waiting!" Roxanne mocked.

Pat's eyes shot quickly in the girl's direction. As they stared at her across the room, she felt an unexpected tingle race down her spine and a sharp tug pull at her stomach. The girl was beautiful; far more so than Pat would have guessed.

Her eyes darted up and down Roxanne's naked body under the shower. The girl was turned sideways from Pat and the profile of her breasts was startling. The two mounds were at least as large as Pat's own, and her breasts were known to make men stop on the street and turn their heads to look after her when she walked past. The nipples at the tips of Roxanne's breasts were the same dark brown color as Pat's own and – although it was difficult for her to tell from that distance – the dark circles that surrounded them seemed even larger than hers were.

"Maybe she is seventeen," she thought with a new-found interest that surprised and frightened her. "Of course she's still a snotty little bitch and not really my type, but…"