You look like a cheerleader. Where you a cheerleader? Did you fuck all of the jocks? I blushed even harder, which was funny for me since I had never b...en so shy since I had moved to the city, but to some degree she had hit the nail on the head. I was never a cheerleader, we didnt have a squad at my high school, but sports had been my thing. Almost all of my friends were on as many sporting teams as there were sprinkles on a cupcake. Well, there will be heaps of my cute friends here tonight. Amy. She used her finger to mix in the powder and tried her best to wipe the excess off her finger on the rim.The remaining cream coated her finger and she didn't want it to go to waste. She adjusted her position by pulling her legs up onto the seat, giving her access to her pussy without drawing attention to her actions. She snuck her hand under her miniskirt and rubbed her finger into her pussy.She was still feeling the effects of the meth finger swab from her bedroom and this additional content. "Lick!"keeping Marcy's head pressed against her naked pussy. Marcy didn'thesitate to carry out the order as she actually wanted to do exactlythis. Sure she still hadn't been able to fuck her girlfriend ever, buteating Lisa's pussy was so much nicer than sucking a cock.Marcy was eagerly licking and Lisa moaning loudly, loving the way Marcy'snew tongue stud felt when Chelsea returned. She couldn't help but smirkat the sight of the two over eager newbies. Not saying a word she kneltdown behind. Then I use my right hand & a backhand grip & start stroking to spread the oil evenly over my shaft, right down to my balls.By now I am rigid, totally hard. Because I use a backhand stroke, I don't pull my hard-on directly in front of me. Rather, I pull it to the right. I now parade around the house, making love to myself as I go, stopping in front of the mirrors to watch myself & admire my glistening hardness.It's difficult to explain how exciting it is to watch myself masturbate. The reduced.