Instead of saddle shoes or sneakers, she wore short, white boots with about three-inch heels and, I soon saw, very tiny white underpants.Since there w...sn't much business in the morning, I crossed the aisle and introduced myself. "My name's Prentice, but my fiends call me Trish," she said with a smile. "Hi." You sure are pretty," I told her truthfully. "Are you really a cheerleader?" Uh huh, at school. I was JV this year, but I'll be with the varsity in the fall." She blinked at me. "I'm going. He tasted one now, feeling its texture against his lips, the little bumps and ridges; feeling her respond to him, her hand curling around his neck, her chest pressing up to his mouth, offering her breast to suckle. Would he ever get tired of them? He had only had them a few times, but it seemed to him that they were perfect, as beautiful as breasts could be.Soon her nipples were stiff and at attention, and his hand was wandering between her legs. He was unsurprised to find her wetness already. But speed was not a concern; I took my time and enjoyed the journey, as did Rose.I kissed my way down her chest and belly until I reached her navel. I paused to kiss her there a couple of times. I also wanted to build her anticipation a bit before continuing my travels.She whimpered at my delay and I knew that I had done what I intended. I looked up at her and smiled, then continued on my way. By now, Rose was swaying noticeably on her feet. She put her hands on my shoulders, both to steady. It didn't take long before everybody in the audience was laughing loudly, as she cut joke after joke about herself, the gay community, and insulted just about every politician in office during this time.What followed her after her set were a troupe of different guys dressed up as women, singing and dancing for our entertainment, and with few exceptions, their make-up and outfits made if very hard to the discerning eye that they weren't ladies.When the comedian "lady" closed the first set, I.