Once alone in their private suite, Malika and Niki stripped off their clothes.

     They had some talking to do, and they liked to exercise while they talked.

     Normally, they kept their underclothes on, but they weren't at home, and they didn't want the clothes they brought with them to get stinky.

     "There's a part of me that wants to embrace all of this and accept it for what it is," Niki said, "and then there's another part of me that wants to vomit with panic." Niki's small breasts bobbed as she did jumping jacks. She stopped every minute or so to sip broove. "I like this stuff so much better than booze."

     "You know what it's doing to me," Malika said as she did push-ups. When the nipples of her huge breasts touched the floor, that was Mailika's cue she'd dropped far enough. She somehow managed to both do push-ups and sip from her mug of broove. While taking one sip, Malika pointed at her own pubis and gave Niki a look.

​     "I know," Niki said. The thought of what her wife just did made Niki pant even more than the jumping jacks. "Here's my plan. Finish here. Shower. Go downstairs and dance until our feet fall off."

     "I love the way you think," Malika said.

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