Looking around I saw Melanie, Sharon and one other girl doubled over with laughter. Melanie and the other girl I noticed had video cameras in their ha...ds. Looking at the 'girl' I had just been kissing I saw a male, looking hugely embarrassed dressed in a cheerleaders uniform, the skirt, as I'd suspected, folded into the g-string waistband. His mouth was surrounded by smudged lipstick, which I realised with disgust was what mine must look like and it was because of our kissing that it was so.. He began to shudder and shake and let out moans of pleasure like never before and I loved the feeling of his cock jerking and squirting inside of me deep. He had to literally collapse after another fuck session like that. But we were by no means done. We couldn't keep our hands off each other. We touched and teased and kissed each other, and began all over again. With his cum and my cum coating my pussy again, he had me lay down and spread my legs so he could enjoy touching me. I rested my hand. Her tits were not rounded, they were peak-shaped, their summits capped by large pinky brown cones which protruded nearly an inch from her tits. And atop those swollen aureola were tumescent nipples that jutted aggressively a further half inch, red and firm and ready to be sucked.And then I came. I could hold it back no more. Those great puffy aureola with their nipples as large as finger tips had taken me over the top. Jinx let out a scream of delight, and my prick exploded in a jet of cum that. For art. For interior design. At least I thought he did.”“And exterior?” he said.“You mean the Pink Lady?” she chuckled. “It’s what I call it. It’s actually called ‘An Emergent Dancer.’ Jonathon commissioned it after my recovery. In celebration. It embarrassed me. Still does. But I thought it sweet.”“The hands? The ones lifting you out?”“Yeah,” she muttered. “His.”“Did he save you?”“He was there for me, Joe.”“No one else?”“No. Well Martha and Tom of course.”“Why just him?”“What do you.