I slowly crawled between her thighs, I could actually smell the scent of a man on her. I placed my lips over her smooth shaved pussy and sucked hard. ...he began to squirm under me. I sucked her clit as if it where a small cock. She almost pulled my hair out trying to get me in closer. After she had a orgasm she pushed me away and told me to shower. My dick was rock hard and trying to push the cage off. I took as cold a shower as I could stand to help with my blue balls. After I had put on my. I pulled it on and when I bent down I could see my bottom in the mirror, just how I wanted it. I slid on the white bra with the 42DD label and crammed my huge breasts in as best I could but still they bulged over the top and around the sides, but it gave me a fantastic cleavage. Next I put on a plain white silk blouse that was so sheer you could see my bra through it. I left enough buttons undone so all my cleavage and part of my bra was on display. I finished off with some expensive perfume. 45 caliber carbine barrels that Wayne had. This would cut the weight of the gun and the shorter barrel would not affect the accuracy within the intended range. It took only two more weeks for the seven mechanics to complete their prototype and have it ready for testing. They moved it to the ranch shooting range and tried it out without an audience. It worked pretty well, but there were a few tweaks necessary. These minor problems were fixed and an official presentation was set for the next. It was a revelation to me, as I discovered my true lesbian sexuality. At the time, I was a couple of months past my sixteenth birthday, five feet four inches in height, a cute and pretty blue-eyed blonde, my body athletically trim but filling out with pert tits to match my bubble butt.The cheerleading squad turned out to be a secret lesbian network – this was the real reason for the coach’s rule that its members must not have the distraction of having a boyfriend. Ostensibly, it was to avoid.