Before I knew it, time was up and we headed back into the gym, the girls mounting the benches for a de-brief. Walking back downstairs my phone rang, it was Denise asking how Chloe was. The younger girl in brief cotton panties, damned nice ass I mused, and standard style bra making it hard to pass judgement on her titties, other than that they looked to be A cups….time to move!….I swung the door open and slamming it loudly behind me, and strode purposely toward them. “Miss Ford!!…, read those words above the door”! “Must be because it’s the last day of school for the week”, I chuckled, giving the girls a hug and we headed home, driving through the gate I ordered, “keep your clothes on…and put your panties back on, the contractors may still be here” I ordered, quiet grumbles from the girls…except Chloe, who was still fully dressed. I organised them in a large semi-circle around the field, having them rotate one place every ten pitches.
