She moaned a bit more enthusiastically hoping I'd get closer with my upwards movements. I remained silent pausing only to oil my breasts for a surpris... body massage.I placed both hands on either side of her, then raised myself up over her. Lowering my breasts to her pelvis I softly made contact, sliding myself up against her tummy, my boobs barely touched her skin.She quickly opened her eyes tilting her head towards me. A wide grin lit up her face; her hands clasped my head pulling me towards. She smiled at him and A tear came to his eye. Jennifer helped hook the bra from behind. Then after being handed the red-pleated cheerleading skirt, Steve went to step in to the article of clothing taking great care in raising it slowly up his legs, feeling the material rub against his nylon covered legs. He shivered with joy as the skirt rested around his waist and he zipped it up and buttoned it into place. Then the top completed the main uniform. Socks with a red pom-pon ball attached. Not all the men (especially those who’d had sex with her) quite saw it the way she did, and many of the women, especially the older ones, thought her behaviour at best odd and at worst promiscuous, sluttish and perverse. However, they expressed sympathy and joy in Charlotte’s pregnancy, although as yet there was very little real evidence of it. One girl who was rather more sympathetic and enthusiastic than the others was Enid, a girl in her first job and still a teenager. She had very set views. She had way too much to drink at the Buckaroo the night before. If she tried eating right now, there was a very good chance she’d spend the morning throwing up. What made things even worse was that not only did she have a hangover, it was Sunday. She hated Sundays. There was nothing for her to do and no place to go. Sundays always passed so slowly. She sometimes wondered what other people, people who were alone like her, did on Sunday. There had been a time she loved Sundays, but that was in.