My stockinged legs and my heeled shoes bringing out the best of my twenty year old figure.I made my way to the address, I had a tingling of excitement...in my pussy as I saw the front door of the house. I rang the bell, a man who must of been in his late fifties answered. "Mr Harris" I asked, he smiled and told me to come in. I was a bit shocked to his age, but this only made things seem even more surreall."I hear you have been a naughty girl" he said, I just went with it and said that I had. he. . Keep rubbing son… keep rubbing” I, knew that she was turned on, so I touched her pussy on every upward movements I would do over her thighs. This would give minor strokes to her hot pussy and she seemed to enjoy it.At this point she was out of the world. The tender touch of my hands made her heart beat faster. She couldn’t control and then came moaning sound “Oooooff, oooohhhh, wowwwww” we both stared each other for few seconds and both came closer and placed our lips to each other. The world. This was really happening. I was making out with the hottest, sexiest, naughtiest cheerleader that I had ever seen. I was making out with Becca. Eventually, our lips separated, and I gazed at her perfect face. "Hmm, you're a pretty good kisser," Becca said. "But I know for a fact that my mouth isn't the only thing that you want to kiss right now." Laughing, I moved down and flipped up Becca's miniskirt, exposing her panties. As usual, I could see the outline of her pussy through the panties.. I slid my finger in, and it was sore and swollen. But it felt good, in a weird way. For the first time in this whole ordeal, I thought about how I was always very attracted to women, and never really thought about doing anything “gay”. And now, all of a sudden, I was a little bitch for this old Black man. I did all of the things I needed to do around the house, so that I could leave quickly when Carl arrived. I didn't want anyone being suspicious, and wanted to leave in a hurry. My parents had.