When Paul opened it, he found an invitation inside. "What's this about?" Paul asked. "You're inviting me to the football game this Wednesday or a date...afterwards?" No silly." Lesley said. "I want you part of the cheerleading squad." "But, I'm a boy." Paul reminded her."You're also good at flips and in the mascot costume nobody will know who you are." Lesley smiled. "If it will make you feel better we'll call you Paula while you're dressed up so not to embarrass you in front of the guys." You're. Who, by the way, has followed it all to the letter, with my help of course." I guess having so many pictures of him sucking your men's dicks doesn't hurt either." No mother, it doesn't. He thinks the naughty Eva may put them on the Internet if he isn't obedient to both of us. But don't get me wrong, I love Earl dearly and we have a very good marriage." I know, except it's on your terms. I've heard you say so, many, many times. Well, I have to give it to you Eva, you've made me some pretty. "If I'd stayed, maybe we might have kissed more than once. You were... , " he stumbled, searching for the word, "beautiful." God, he thought, couldn't I do better than that!"You still are," he added, saving himself."Hmmm," she murmured, "not so beautiful any more."They looked into each others eyes as they swayed slightly in acknowledgement of their function on the dance floor.He wanted to continue the conversation in this vein, curious where things might go. But what was the use? They were both. I worked my fingers under her crossed arms and she relaxed enough to allow me to softly cradle her breast. "And just look at these fine titties." I noticed that Beth was shyly smiling despite her embarrassment as I continued to compliment and caress her. I bent my head to suck on her nipple and slipped my hand between her thighs.I heard a sharp intake of breath as my fingers found her swollen lips and I guided her trembling fingers to my rock hard 'nine-iron'. From old habit her hand began to.