Her legs were shapely too, her firm thighs rising to the sort of hips that were designed for c***d bearing. Her panties hugged her figure about the ...aist concealing her rounded backside within. Now stripped of virtually everything, the only other things she still wore were her black heels on her feet.He got us to embrace and moved in close with the camera. He held it up at us, taking a shot then gestured at me by pursing his lips. I looked at the girl and without a word we kissed full on. And that cheer uniform it was cock temptation.Lauren Turner was struggling with lesbian thoughts for the first time in her life. She had been fine at eighteen with boys. But here, just turned nineteen and Selina was producing the weirdest of feelings in her tummy and chest and making her heart race and yes, really making her fingers trace over her excited clitty and into her wet trimmed slit under the doona, and she was way beyond dry humping her pillow or letting her teddy rub over her. But it turned out it wasn’t that different from staging anything else. It was just that the props were way naughtier, and the boys were in skimpier costumes. And best of all, being backstage, I got see more than the audience ever did.For the first week or two, I just got horny as hell, though I was too chicken to do much about it. The dancers were fucking hot, but I couldn’t bring myself to flirt with any of them. Not to mention there were always sex toys lying around, and I couldn’t help. I discovered all of our ages over the next round, courtesy of Lauren buying drinks. Catherine, maybe forty, Anna, mid-thirties, and Lauren, oh Lauren, she proudly announced herself as fifty-one. When my eyes went wide she asked me "Am I the first cougurl you've met, sweety?" "What's a cougurl?" "The teacher, the mentor, the queen to your princess. For your sweet little innocent twenty-nine, I could be your Aunt Lauren... your first time..."Her fingertips found mine on the edge of the table..