As I French kissed her, Sandra wiggled her wrists as an indication for me to release my grip there, and when I did, her hand trailed down my body unti... her fingers found my penis and encircled it.I drew my face back and looked at her. The expression on my face informed her in no uncertain terms not to try any funny stuff with the family jewels. She merely stared back up at me as I hovered over her prone body, a blank, non-committable look on her face. The tears from her red, swollen eyes had. And there was one whole album of her as a cheerleader, from when shestarted out in Middle School right up to her college years. Lots ofdifferent uniforms and hairstyles, but always the same big smile andathletic figure and fantastic legs. His mom sure did look beautiful.He knew his mom loved cheerleading because she had often mentioned itin the past but, as she told him story after story about her cheerexploits and the competitions her team entered and the competitionsthey had won, he began to. I told her it’s his loss and all and made her feel happy. Soon she starting touching my hands while talking and I didn’t mind this at all. Slowly I started touching her too on the waist. I was hoping for something more. Then she asked me about my relationship and I said I had one but now I’m single. Then she asked if I have had sex to which I replied only oral sex. She was giving me these naughty smiles and cracked these jokes and I kinda got the hint and she was craving for some sex.It was. Uh...anywhere." I heard her put the phone down and I could now hear what sounded like springs squeaking. As I began to put one and one together in my head my suspicions were blatantly confirmed by my wife's words, which I could hear even with the phone put down. She was never a quiet one. "Oh fuck yes! Fuck me harder with that fat cock! Stretch my little pussy out! Oh...oh...oh...I am gonna cum! Fuck! Ohhhhhhhhhhh," which was followed by a male groaning as the springs squeaked more rapidly as.