He said, ‘Susan, don’t bother to come home after your fun weekend with your security guru. The word is out that you were fucking around, but I had...to come over to see for myself. Good night.’ He promptly got up and left. Panicky, Susan’s face had turned white, but her open mouth was unable to make a sound. Sam had driven back to Boston and had a drink, and then turned on the TV trying to grapple with the pain of his male ego collapse. Today at the Hyatt bar 10 years later, he remembered that. At that moment, Becca removed her raincoat and revealed what she was wearing. It was a cheerleader uniform. However, it wasn't her normal cheerleader uniform. It belonged to one of the cheerleaders from the Tremont squad that I pleasured and fucked only a few hours ago. “You like my new uniform?” Becca asked, as she spun around. I immediately noticed that Becca had trimmed off over an inch of material from the tiny miniskirt, allowing me to get a good peek at her ass and the thin orange. I just kept willing myself onward, evenwhen it seemed like the trees weren't getting any closer. Eventuallythough, I was painstakingly crawling my way up a sandy beach,collapsing in a soggy, puffing heap. I think I lay there, drying inthe sun, trying to will my arms and legs to move again for at least ahalf hour. Of course my watch was waterlogged, so who knows for sure? Eventually, I pulled myself up on wobbly legs, and staggered to thesmall copse of palm trees, plonking myself back down in. ”There comes several seconds of awkward silence. For Debbie the statement means that is she plays her cards right, she can indeed become the next Misses Denning. She stares at the organ in his pants, and she knows that he is staring right back at her. She can feel her panties getting a little damp, and decides to go for the goal. “Can I see it?”Alan laughs and says, “You’re not exactly shy, are you?”“Not when I know what I want,” the woman answers, feeling a surge of confidence. “I have to see.