This time I mounted him and rode like there was no tomorrow. This was not like me, I was like super slut, I wanted this man to remember fucking me. We...did this for several minutes till he spunked my insides again. Greg fell asleep and I got up and went home. A few night later Connie called and wanted me to come over. When I got there she wanted to know about Greg and I's little fuck session, she said Greg has not stopped talking what agreat fuck I was. Ends up Connie and Greg are swingers. ”I smiled and dug through her drawers.“Or what?”“Get out of there, you jackass!” She yelled. “Why? Do you have something dirty in here?”I answered my own question as I pulled out something I would never expect to find. A g-string, the sexiest I had ever seen.“Put that back, now!” She screamed, her face red .This was too good to pass up. I stretched it out and looked it over.“Well, well, well… which cheerleader did you swipe this sexy little number from? Was it Ashley? Erika? I think I remember. She was the person I trusted the most in the world, along with Howard, my husband.Michelle, who swapped a science career for one with the police and now was a private investigator. A highly regarded one too.My case had been several months in the making. I said how I didn’t want to hear anything until she had all the facts together.My husband, Howard, and I were quite rich now, but it hadn’t always been that way. We started a company in the pharmaceutical industry and over forty years, it had. Seems she learned a new trick since I nailed her after the game with Austin North Central. She took me to the root and just stayed there, working me over with her tongue. And then she swallowed. HOLY SHIT. I never had that before. I'll have to look up Stems again after the week is over.I got a new girl in social studies class: LuShunda Lake. She was the black cheerleader, and I hadn't put a mark on my belt for her - her being black and all. But she did all right. Got that bitch down on her.