In addition to her sexy top, Susan had worn her short cheer skirt that went with her top. It was tight enough to leave little to the imagination as to...the shape and size of her butt. She had not worn panties. If she bent over or sat with her legs even slightly spread, her shaved pussy would be on display for any who cared to look.Susan knew she would have a very erotic effect on the Dean who was on the back side of middle-aged. Her experience as a cheerleader had given her the confidence she. I knew that we could enjoy spending time together. She would have to accept her mother's limits, just like I was prepared to do. Still, even with that, there was a lot that we could do together. I was still worried that Bill was going to be a problem. That day, with our two sisters on the couch in Bill's living room had shown both of us the potential problems that might occur. I was hoping that Bill would be less worried now that Jane was older. Because Bill was doing things himself now, I also. She told me to scratch under her bra clamp. I scratched her with my fingers, not my nails. She unclamped her bra and I felt my penis growing erect. The back scratch slowly turned into a massage. I picked up the bottle and squirted oil on Jacquis backside. My hands moved gently over her upper back. I moved my hands in a circular motion all over her back. She moaned with pleasure when I got to her waist. Lower, she told me. I kept going lower, lower, as low as I could go. She pulled the back of. Wiggling back and forth, and still pretending to look for something, her cantaloupe sized jugs jiggled a little too much, and came flopping out of the top of her dress. Looking up quickly, Erica saw the attendant stare at her, eyes like saucers on his face, and she noticed the slight movement of the hand not pumping the gas, knowing that the mans cock must be throbbing from her show. Pretending to be a little tipsy, Erica giggled, and pulled her top back over her heaving hooters, and half.