I pulled a miniature camera out of my right jeans pocket, turned it on, and held it in my right hand. Suddenly, a strong wind gust blew past me. The ...irl screamed as the wind blew her miniskirt up into the air and exposed her pink flowered panties. I quickly raised my camera and snapped a picture of her. The girl spun around to face me. I quickly ducked behind the bushes, hoping beyond all hope that she didn't see me. A few seconds passed, as I remained hidden behind the bushes. Did she. His middle finger probed her wetness first, followed by the index finger and then the ring finger disappeared behind the soft folds of her steaming cleft which was now like a tap turned on with no chance of being stopped. The kisses grew wilder, her strokes grew harder and quicker; his thrusts were determined and deeper as her muscles closed in around those fingers wishing that it were what she was fondling. She sensed it, it was in his breathing...shallower and deeper more like a dog panting.. No way she was going to be a cheerleader. I would never hear the end of it if she accidentally got picked. So, guess what ... she got picked. Rats!Strange things were happening to our bodies, too. Danielle suddenly had boobs. Not real big ones, but you could tell they were there. She made a big production number out of moving up in bra size, not that I cared. But I did notice more about the girls in grade nine and the ones I saw in high school. Somehow or other, girls weren't so icky anymore.. By the time lunch rolled around, his hands and eyes were almost useless from exhaustion.As he drove off in his luxury car, he headed in the opposite direction of his normal haunt. He needed more stimuli than the coffeehouse would provide. Ten minutes later, Ben pulled into the closest strip joint to his office and parked his car in back, out of sight.The place had just opened and aside from Ben, only a few alcoholics littered the place. They all hung out in the shadows, avoiding eye contact..