Tony and Carlos are pissed that their coach sent ’em to yoga class. “Next thing you know, we’ll be doing fucking ballet or something.” “What’s up with coach? Why are we here for yoga?” But then their instructor shows up. It is 51-year-old Jenna Covelli. Jenna has shown up for class in short, blue shorts and a cut-off tank top with no bra. Her nipps are hard. Her twat is pulsating. She stretches and shows off her remarkable flexibility. She gets her legs all the way back and spread. This is a yoga pose? Looks like a “fuck-me” pose. But, despite Jenna’s obvious MILFosity, the boyfriends are so anti-yoga that they refuse to get with the program. Jenna has a solution. “We going to be more in-tune with our yoga,” she told, “and in order to do that, we need to completely reveal ourselves.” She really means “reveal.” She takes off her shirt. “You must follow,” she says. She takes off her shorts. “Let’s expose our skin so we can get more oxygen,” she told. They take their shorts off. Jenna notices that, if not oxygen, blood is rushing to their dongs. This yoga class is about to become very exciting. Jenna bends over to demonstrate downward dog. Carlos slides his dick into her pussy. Tony slips his prick into her mouth. Namaste.