I sat in my car nervously fiddling with my keys. Was I really going to do this? Did I sign up for this just because I was a horn dog? Or was I actually following the advice of my therapist like I told myself?
You see, I had been struggling with getting out of my shell. Meeting new friends since graduating college had been tough for a dude without many hobbies, and working remotely meant that I had few natural connections on a day-to-day basis. When I realized that I hadn’t talked to anyone outside of my family and the grocery store clerk in over a month, I determined that I needed professional help for social anxiety. My therapist, Claire, had helped me to feel more confident in my “personal narrative” (whatever that meant) and had encouraged me to work on my physical self-image by exercising more at home. That led me to YouTube yoga instructional videos, which actually did help a lot. My 6’1” frame had lost some fat while also gaining muscle; I had to admit that I didn’t look half bad these days.
But I still wasn’t getting out. Claire insisted that it was time for a big change and to do something radical. She gave me a list of three options for activities that I could do or she would drop me as a client (was that even legal?). I chose the erotic yoga class she presented, which somehow seemed better than performing at an open mic night or taking a six-week art class at the local college.
And now I was here. I thought about just putting the keys back in the ignition and driving home. But as much as I had worked on my self-esteem, I still was afraid to disappoint Claire. I had to do it.
I grabbed my water bottle and my yoga mat, put the keys in my pocket, and swallowed hard. “I. Am. Doing. This,” I said to myself, even if I was gritting my teeth.
As I approached the door and reached for the handle, my hand came down on someone else’s. I instantaneously turned pink as I looked over to see a cute red-headed woman simultaneously trying to enter the yoga studio. I hadn’t even noticed that I was about to run her over as she approached from the other side.
“Oh…umm…I’msosorry,” I said, panicked and frozen, my hand still resting on top of hers.
But she responded with a cheery smile. “No worries! Joining us for class tonight?” she asked warmly. Her gentleness was disarming and I felt myself release ever so slightly. She was about a foot shorter than me and what some might consider “pudgy,” but she exuded kindness and vivacious spirit.
I retracted my hand (finally) and replied, “Umm. Yes. I think so.” Not my smoothest introduction.
“Great! I’m Anna! Welcome!” She opened the door and strode on in confidently, holding it open for me to follow her. “You’ll check in here, and then we’ll disrobe in the next room. I’ll be happy to answer any questions that you might have.”
“Oh. Ok. Umm, thanks. I’m Adam by the way.”
I checked in and signed the waiver saying that I had been recently checked for STDs (maybe they were worried that someone might contaminate a mat?) and I noticed that there was an additional box for women attesting to being on birth control. Weird.
After saying hello to the receptionist (Anna was clearly a regular here) she led us down the hallway to yoga room 1A. “Everyone’s a little nervous their first time,” she said kindly, clearly sensing my distress. “Just remember that everyone has been where you are now. We have a very welcoming group—you’ll feel like a regular in no time!”
I turned the corner into the room with her and found a half-dozen people already naked. It suddenly felt like I was wearing a straight jacket.
“Remember, you’re welcome here,” Anna whispered to me as I realized that I had stopped in my tracks. “Take however long you need to get comfortable.”
“Thank you,” I replied, truly appreciative of her in this moment. I took a deep breath (like we had practiced in therapy), reminded myself that it was normal to feel anxious, and recalled that my anxiety would start to decrease as time went on (as we had also discussed in therapy).
I practiced grounding myself by really looking around and taking in the scene as I tied my hair up into a bun. Two naked guys were sitting on their mats and chatting. I hated to say it, but their physiques made me feel a lot better about myself as I was definitely in better shape than each of them. Two naked women were already stretching synchronously. Another naked woman was looking at her phone. A final naked one was awkwardly standing up against the wall clutching her arms together; she looked even more nervous than I was. (Did I mention everyone was naked?)
I tried not to spend too much time ogling the room, but I couldn’t help but notice that although there was a diversity of different body shapes and sizes, each was rather attractive in their own way.I took another deep breath, finally starting to feel calmer, and looked over at Anna. She already had her top off and was tugging at the waistband of her stretchy shorts.
“Nothing to it, but to do it,” I told myself, grabbing at the hem of my shirt and taking it off in one fell swoop. To my surprise, nobody even glanced over at me. No gawking or looks of disgust. My anxiety level dropped another notch.
Anna was now standing proudly nude as she seemed to be trying to welcome in the other apparent newbie that looked distressed. I admired Anna’s confidence while noticing that she had fat tits with puffy nipples that suited her well, and she was entirely clean-shaven down below.
I breathed again and reached for my shorts. “Just do it,” I told myself. I yanked my shorts down, proud that I had finally made the move, just as I heard a low whistle come from behind me.
“Well would you look at that ass!” a woman said to her friend as they turned into 1A. I felt my face get hot as embarrassment overwhelmed me.
“C’mon now, ladies. Let’s not ogle the first-timers!” Anna chided, trying to come to my rescue.
“It’s okay. I enjoy the attention,” I replied out of nowhere. Why the fuck would I say that?! I hate the attention!
“Well, good, ‘cause the front ain’t too bad either,” the friend said as she looked down at my crotch. Thus far, my anxiety had kept me flaccid, but even soft I knew that I was decently-sized. Her comment made my dick twitch just a little, but the fear of getting a hard-on amidst all these people overwhelmed me once again, quelling the possibility of an erection. “I’m Liv and this is Jess,” she added as she held out a hand, although both of them kept glancing down at my member.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Adam.”
“Well, we’re always glad to have new folks,” Jess said kindly.
“So happy you all made it to our special session tonight. No need to feel shy or rush,” called out one of the women that was stretching on her mat. She was set up in the front so I guessed that she was one of the teachers.
While still working through their movements, the woman stretching next to her added, “We are just gently starting to warm up, breathing, tuning into ourselves…”
This seemed to be the cue for the regulars to start to get into their positions. Everybody set up their mats in a great circle and got into their own personal starting routine. Some began their own independent stretches, others lay in corpse pose, and some sat in lotus position with their eyes closed.
“Hey, newbie. Why don’t you set up next to me.” It was the first woman who had spoken a moment ago. As she continued her stretches, I couldn’t help but take in her lovely form. She had dark hair, cut abs, a beautiful pearl necklace on, long flowing hair tucked into a loose ponytail, heavy tits that swung with every position change, and a nice full bush that was very clearly on display. She was fit and gorgeous.
“Oh. Right. Sure,” I said, though I was entirely unsure.
“I’m Cassie, one of the facilitators,” she said, never breaking her routine. “First time here?”
It was a bit disorienting trying to talk to someone in such constant motion. “Uhh. Yeah. I’m Adam.”
Finally, she stopped and kneeled on her mat. Softer this time, she said, “I’m sure you’re nervous. I was the first time, too! Nothing to be afraid of. Bodies are all natural. So whatever happens…” she glanced down at my crotch “just go with the flow.”
“Thanks for saying that. Yeah, I am actually really nervous.”
“Well, just stick by me and all will be fine,” she replied with a beaming smile.
“Thanks,” I replied. That did actually calm my nerves. I unrolled my mat and folded up into my own lotus pose and focused on my breath. I thought about how nice everyone had been so far and considered that maybe I had nothing to be nervous about. As I attended to my breath work, I started to be able to actually focus on the reason that I was there—yoga.
Several minutes later a soft chime rang and I opened my eyes. Everyone was seated cross-legged now and I looked over to find that the nervous girl had taken the spot in between Anna and me. She still looked on edge, but slightly calmer than earlier. I looked around to see that it was a relatively small group, just nine of us total.
My relative calm meant that I was more connected to my body now, and I really noticed how attractive everyone in the group was. I’d certainly never seen so many gorgeous tits in my life and my cock started to respond to my observations.
I tried to focus on Cassie as she began speaking, offering a word of welcome and introduction to her co-facilitator, Becca. She was the other woman that had been stretching with Cassie when we walked in.
“For those of you that are new here tonight, we hope that you can grow to feel comfortable in this sacred circle.” She seemed to be looking over at just me and the woman on my right, so I figured we must be the only new ones. “In this circle, we follow the invitations and calls of our bodies. If that means sitting out a pose, so be it. If that means offering some assistance to someone else, feel free. If that means attending to a carnal craving, of your own or of some else’s, follow it. Is that okay with all here?”
I nodded, though I had to admit that I wasn’t entirely sure what she meant. The woman on my right looked wide-eyed as she nodded hypnotically. Perhaps she understood better than I.
Cassie went on, “Now we will go around and share our name and our intention for our practice this evening. Would you mind starting, Becca?”
“Happily!” Becca replied. She seemed to be the cheery positive type. She was a fair bit younger than Cassie, probably college-aged, and had a girlish body with small tits, straight brown hair, and shaved pubes. “I’m Becca! My intention for this evening is ‘tranquility.’” Everyone nodded and smiled as they turned their attention to her right.
“I’m Jess,” she started tentatively, apparently unsure of her intention at first. Jess was around my age and quite fit with dark, tan Latina features. Her boobs were moderately sized and she sported a tightly trimmed patch of pubic hair. “My intention for tonight is ‘release,’” she said finally, choosing carefully.
On her right sat Liv. Liv was pasty white but with giant tits. She wasn’t quite as scupted as Cassie or Jess, but her pronounced chest would have overshadowed any muscles anyway. Liv was directly across the circle from me, which gave me a great view of her crotch, where I saw a manicured landing strip of hair and lips that seemed to already be dripping. She stared at me as she said, “I’m Liv, and my intention is ‘pleasure.’” She smiled at me as she finished and I felt my cock twitch again; she was turning me on and I knew it.
Next to her was one of the men: “Hi, I’m Bobby, my intention for tonight is ‘effort.’” Bobby was rather overweight with a generally very hairy body. His flaccid penis appeared quite small, but that could have been due to the massive bush it was hiding behind. It was too bad, because he had a nice looking face.
“I’m Jeff. I’m focused on ‘calm’ tonight.” Jeff was Bobby’s opposite in many ways. He was tall and lanky with no apparent fat, muscle or hair. He was clean shaven and had a larger member than Bobby, though my ego appreciated that it wasn’t quite as big as mine.
To his right, Anna confidently announced, “My intention tonight is ‘connection.’” She was silent for a minute as the rest of us waited. “Oh yeah, and my name is Anna.” All of us giggled a little with her.
Then, it was the other new person’s turn. She looked for a moment like she might keel over from fear before she spoke. “Hi. I’m new. I’m Bridget.” she squeaked out. Bridget was thin, but with rather large breasts and a mousy overall appearance accented by light brown hair. “My intention for tonight is ‘openness.’” I was surprised to hear her intention so similar to my own. Several members of the group said, “Welcome!” or “Glad you’re here!” after she shared, which seemed to help her a bit.
Now it was my turn. “I’m Adam. Also new. My intention is ‘willingness.’” It seemed apt considering how much willpower it took me to be here and get out of my comfort zone. I wasn’t sure yet if this whole thing was a good choice, but at least it was different.
“My intention is ‘encouragement,’” Cassie concluded. “Now, let’s stand up and begin our movement. Remember, your body is wise! Listen to it. Let it do what it wants and needs!”
Cassie guided us through several ordinary beginning poses, stretches and movements that were very similar to the videos I had been using on my own. Except, being so close to so much nakedness wasn’t really ordinary at all. Several times I ended up in positions staring at Cassie’s hairy mound, Bridget’s cute ass, or Liv’s giant knockers as she winked at me in downward dog. At first, I tried to keep myself from getting hard, but there was just to much to be aroused by. When I noticed that Bobby and Jeff were both sporting erections (I silently cheered for Bobby when I saw that he was a grower), I gave up the fight and just let nature take its course so that I could actually focus on the yoga rather than my fear.
As I expected, my quickly growing erection earned me quite a few not-so-subtle glances down towards my groin from basically everyone else in the room, but I pushed away the thought of self-consciousness, instead focusing on my breath and my enjoyment of the movement. Working around my full mast was an additional challenge, but I was able to be creative.
I wasn’t the only one quickly working up a sweat as Cassie and Becca pushed us through our movements. The glistening glow starting to emanate from everyone only increased my arousal.
We were all nice and loose after the first twenty minutes, and I admittedly was starting to feel much more confident. Even though it was my first in-person yoga class, I actually felt like I knew what I was doing, was able to handle the flow as well as anybody else, and was (genuinely this time) enjoying the attention of the other members of the class. Maybe Claire had been right.
“Now, we will transition into the second half of our class — partner work,” Becca announced.
Oh shit. I had certainly not been anticipating actually having to interact with any of these people as part of our practice today. That familiar tightness in my chest immediately returned and I had to focus on my breathing in order to keep calm.
“Bobby, Jeff, Adam, and Anna, please form an inner circle and face someone from the outer circle, spreading out as needed.” Becca removed herself from the circle, standing off to the side, as I turned to my left and faced Cassie. My heart beat quickly in my chest as I anxiously awaited our next steps. I had no idea what to expect.
“As is our tradition, we start with consent. Do each of you consent to what happens here in this sacred circle, and do you agree that if at any point you do not consent, you will vocally decline to move forward with our activities?” The question did not help my nerves. What the fuck did I sign up for?
Each person verbalized their agreement in response to Becca’s request, but this was starting to feel a little cult-ish. Looking to my left, I saw that Bridget seemed as nervous as I felt. I reminded myself of the warmth, kindness, and respect I had been afforded so far; they gave me no reason to suspect there would be a change. I told myself it was just my anxiety hijacking my system and took another deep breath, noticing that my stress had softened my penis during this transition.
“Let us begin, then,” Becca said cheerfully. “Take each other’s hands and focus on your partner’s eyes. Notice the feeling of energy transferring between you two while you bathe in the iris’s of one another.” Oh boy. This is going to be so awkward.
I took Cassie’s hands in mine; they were soft and sticky with sweat. She squeezed my palm as I peered into her deep brown eyes, noticing little flecks of gold and green. They were beautiful and textured, but I wouldn’t have noticed if I hadn’t been encouraged to take the time to truly see. To my surprise, I did actually feel our energies and the connection between us. There was no awkwardness.
“Outer circle, move you hands to your partner’s hips and inner circle, move your hands to your partner’s chest. Take in the fullness of their breasts however you see fit.”
My eyes went wide as I heard Becca’s instructions. Cassie gently released my hands and placed her’s on my hips. I was momentarily frozen until she smiled softly and nodded her head encouragingly.
My hands trembled as I lifted them to her boobs. I cupped her tits in my palms as I maintained eye contact, realizing I hadn’t touched another woman since I broke up with my college girlfriend during my senior year several years ago. These were quite a bit larger and much heavier in my hands.
My anxiety started to subside as arousal began to take over. I felt my cock twitch as it started to fill with blood while I explored her beautiful breasts. She had large, dark areolae that I investigated with the pads of my thumbs. I watched as her nipples grew hard right before my eyes.
“Mhmmmm. Yes,” I heard a voice say to my right. I looked over to see Bobby’s mouth attached to Jess’s tit, as her eyes we closed in pleasure. I guess Becca had said to explore in whatever way we desired. I brought my eyes back to Cassie who had her eyebrows raised, as if daring my to follow Bobby’s lead.
My second head had taken over and lust drove me now, my anxiety forgotten. I lowered my lips to Cassie’s boob and took her nipple in my mouth. I teased it with my tongue as I felt her breaths deepen in excitement. I tasted the residue of her salty sweat and felt her softly purr in response to my touch.
“Excellent work, everyone!” Becca cheered, causing me to come up for air. I glanced over to my left to see Anna making a final tongue spiral around Bridget’s areola before bringing herself back up to standing. “Now, sit down facing each other in lotus position.”
Cassie and I looked deeply into each other’s eyes as our knees sat mere inches from one another. Through her pubic hair I could the shine of wet pussy lips, and I knew that my throbbing cock was no less obvious.
“Grasp each other’s wrists and assist one another in a forward fold. This helps to deepen the stretch in the back. Inside circle first,” Becca instructed.
We interlocked our arms and Cassie nodded her head. She pulled me down towards her crotch as I folded over at the hips and she leaned back towards her mat. I reached what I thought was my full range of motion, my chin just beyond the cross of her calves when I felt her pull me even further. My back started screaming when I realized she had brought my nose to within an inch of her bush, dripping with sweat and arousal. I could smell her — sweet and tangy — and I wanted nothing more than to try a taste, but I couldn’t stretch far enough, even with her help. I looked over to see Anna’s face buried in Bridget’s crotch, who was humming softly in approval. I had never so dearly wished that I was more flexible.
“And switch,” Becca announced.
I slowly lifted myself back up, already excited for the possibility of returning. Before I could dwell on it, though, Cassie’s face was headed for my own groin. She was quite a bit more flexible than I, which I learned when her lips wrapped around my cock and began sliding down the shaft. A surprise to be sure, but a welcome one.
I was humming softly when she had taken half my length into her mouth and reached the full depth of her own ability to stretch herself. But luckily for her, I had hold of her wrists and I was able to lean back and pull her even deeper into her fold, stretching her even further. It just so happened that this also guided her lips closer and closer to my base.
By the time we had reached the true edge of her range of motion, my cock was deep inside her and I felt the tip of her tongue tickling the top of my balls. It felt wonderful and the arousal of the situation made me wonder how long I would last in this position.
In fact, I heard groans coming from behind my back, and I assumed Liv was giving Jeff the same treatment I was receiving from Cassie. The groans mounted until they filled the room. “Oh fuck! I’m coming!” he gasped, but it sounded like Liv did not let up as he must have deposited his seed down her throat. I twitched inside of Cassie’s mouth as I listened to Liv gagging behind me.
“Excellent! Our first orgasm of the night. Well done, Liv! Now slowly release from your stretch and we will stand back up,” Becca instructed. Cassie reluctantly gave me a couple of final sucks before unfolding me and letting my dick fall out of her mouth with a heavy thud.
“We will help to stretch our backs in the reverse direction now: Bring your hips together and interlock your wrists again. Simultaneously lean back.”
I didn’t quite understand what she meant, but Cassie’s experience guided me. At first, I thought I stood close enough to her, my penis about six inches from her bush. But as I reached for her wrists again, she grabbed my hips and forcibly pulled me against her. I was shocked as my member was quickly up against her clit, parting her legs as our hips came into contact.
I felt her moisture dripping down on my shaft, lubricating me while our micro-movements had me sliding up down her slit ever so slightly. Our arms interlocked as we both began to arch our backs away from each other, but pressing our genitals even closer together. She moaned almost imperceptibly as her clit rubbed along my length through her pubic hair.
It felt good. Both the stretch and the sensual contact. If we kept going like this, I wondered if I might be the second one to lose my load.
Luckily, after a minute or two, Becca went on: “Now detach. Outer circle, turn around and forward fold. Inner circle, sit on the ground behind your partner and you will pull on their arms to help them with their hamstring stretch.”
Again, I wasn’t quite able to picture it, but Cassie pointed me to the floor where I sat with my legs out wide. She turned around and stood in between them, bending forward. I watched as her pussy and asshole became fully exposed to me, only a few inches in front of my eyes.
Her large boobs dangled down towards her knees as she peeked at me through her legs and reached for me. Finally understanding, I gripped her arms and tugged softly. “Feel free to taste,” she whispered so that just I could hear.
I felt a grin cross my face as I simultaneously pulled her towards me while leaning my face forward towards her lovely slit, inhaling the aroma I had found so lovely a few minutes ago. It was my turn now to return her favor as I guided my tongue towards her slit and tasted her juices for the first time.
The flavor was even more exhilarating than the scent. I lapped at the mixture of sweat and vaginal secretions, captured even more intensely by her full pubic hair. As I found her clit and began to put my energy there, she moaned softly, pushing herself towards my face while still folded in half.
Soon, her moans were not the only ones filling the yoga room. I glanced to my left to see Anna nose-deep in Bridget’s pussy as well, the latter’s knees trembling from the sensation. Then, I heard Jess’s moans joined Bridget’s. These were louder and more intense as it sounded like Jess’s orgasm was coming hard and fast. I suddenly heard her fall to her knees as sounds of ecstasy took over, courtesy of Bobby. Maybe I had underestimated him at the start.
Within the next minute, Liv and Bridget both joined Jess as they fell under the spell of their own climaxes. Becca seemed to be waiting for Cassie to join the club before moving us onward, but I could see out of the corner of my eye that all others were watching us, waiting for me to finish the job.
I licked at her clit with all that I had, finding the rhythm that seemed to produce the most approving moans and sticking with it. Cassie’s knees began shaking as her climax neared, her breath getting faster and legs threatening to give out.
Finally, she came. Her legs snapped together even as she remained folded in half at the hips. Her weight pressed down on my face as her knees gave way, sending us both tumbling backwards until my head hit the soft yoga mat and she landed on my chest, still heaving from the shockwaves of her orgasm. She rolled off of me and lay next to me on the mat as she continued to spasm every so often.
“Well done, center circle!” Becca squealed excitedly as Cassie and I sat back up to look at her. “Four of four! But now it’s your turn – please lie on your backs. Outer circle, you will sit on top and help them to stretch their calves.”
I thought the calves were a bit of an odd choice, and couldn’t really see how this was going to satisfy my aching member, but I was happy to be along for the ride. I rested back down as instructed, my head only a few inches away from those of Anna, Bobby, and Jeff in the center of the circle. Facing my feet, Cassie swung her leg over me and rested her lovely ass on my lower abdomen, giving her ideal access to the lower half of my legs. This pulled her forward and perfectly lined up my cock with her dripping hole. Now I understood.
Getting into position, she reached down to grip the base of my shaft before lifting up and teasing my head along her hairy pussy lips. Slowly, she began lowering her weight, eliciting a relieved groan from both of us as she took in my moderate length. She slid all the way to the hilt without much effort, her moist vagina more than ready to accept me in.
“Mmmmhmmm, yesssss,” I heard from over my shoulder. I peeked over to see Liv and Jess had done the same as Cassie and appeared to be enjoying themselves equally. Meanwhile, Bridget had given up all pretenses of trying to stretch out Anna and instead had Anna’s legs up over her shoulders while she ate her out.
Cassie gripped my toes, pulling them up in a way that did actually stretch my calves, but also provided the perfect handles for her to begin gliding up and down on my cock. Holy fuck did she feel good. Her athletic ability was clearly on display as she deftly squatted passionately on my dick, bringing me closer and closer to my climax.
It did not take long before I heard Bobby start to writhe underneath Jess as he gasped, “Fuck! I’m gonna come!” Jess quickly slid off of him and spun around, pointing his dick at her forehead while pumping his entire length with her hand.
“Come on my face, baby!” she ordered.
With one last, “Ughhhhgadhhh,” Bobby started blasting her with his cum, his smallish tool providing plenty of material to adequately paint her beautiful tan face.
It was only minutes later when Jeff was groaning again and Liv popped him back in her mouth to swallow her second load of the evening. And simultaneously, Bridget furiously worked Anna’s pussy with her tongue and fingers, taking her over the edge. Both of their moans echoed off the mirrors and hardwood floors until it was again just Cassie and I left.
She had been gradually increasing her speed until she moved so fast she looked like a blur, her bubbly butt rapidly bouncing as I glimpsed my cock in between her thighs with each repetition. I felt the orgasm start deep in my balls until I couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“Fuck! I’m close!” I howled.
“Good! Come in me!” she replied as she continued pistoning herself up and down on my throbbing cock. “Fill me up!”
That was enough to send me over the edge. I immediately began unloading my seed inside of her as she slammed her generous ass down on me one final time. I felt my cock spasm as it launched cum deep into her hairy, wet pussy.
To my surprise, she cried out as well in her own orgasm. “Fuuuuuuuckk,” she groaned as she folded forward towards my knees and I felt her vagina contract around my spurting rod. I had never had a woman orgasm on my cock before and I was amazed at how much it seemed to amplify my own pleasure.
Slowly, our orgasms began to wane as she rolled off of me onto the yoga mat below. Becca proudly said, “Amazing! A rare double orgasm! Let’s give them a round of applause!”
I was brought back to reality as I looked around to see the rest of the class giddy with excitement, clapping for us as if we were some kind of circus performs. The old me would have crawled under a rock at this degree of vulnerable attention, but I was far too euphoric to give a shit now. Maybe my therapist had been right — perhaps this had cured me of my social anxiety.
Finally peeling my head off the mat, I looked over at Cassie who was leaking profusely from her crotch. “That’s what the waiver is for,” Anna whispered to me, seeing where my attention was focused.
“I think that’s all we’ve got for class tonight,” Becca announced satisfyingly. “We hope that Bridget and Adam both felt very welcome and we pray that you’ll be back next week! Namaste!”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. This was by far the best exercise class I had ever been to, and I would certainly be returning. I joined the others in cleaning up and putting clothes back on, the conversation flowing freely in complete contrast to the anxiety I felt early in the evening.
As I said goodbye (and thank you) to Cassie, she replied cheerfully, “Hopefully next time we have even numbers so everyone can participate! One of our regulars, Claire, unfortunately couldn’t make it tonight. I imagine she’ll be here next time, though!”
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