. well he sure has a cock to match his cockiness; he must be 8 inches and he wasn’t even hard.”I got us some coffee and we sat outside drinking an... thinking he wouldn’t return. No sooner had I had the thought that, low and behold, the Rasta was walking towards us. Without being invited he headed round the back of Sally’s sun lounger and leaned down to kiss her cheek. She giggled, “Your beard tickles.” Somehow he took that as an invitation and he began rubbing her shoulders. He leaned down again. She told me I could set up my table there which I promptly began doing as we made small talk. While walking to the back room I noticed pictures of her and her husband throughout the house as well as her huge wedding ring. She seemed to be the only one there but it's never my business to ask anyway.We went over a few particulars about her needs and what type of massage she would prefer and decided on a fairly standard Swedish Massage. A majority of the time this is what they prefer as it's a. Finally she said that she couldn't stand any longer. I helped her to the bed. She told me where to get KY Jelly, and while she carefully climbed into a doggy position, pushing with her knees while her face slid on the sheet, I got a gob to cover my cock and another gob to smear in her ass. She really wasn't very tight and the only sound she made when I penetrated her sphincter was "Yeah, honey, slip that big log into me, baby." I carefully and slowly worked my whole shaft into her and then. ..eighty-five, eighty-six, eighty-seven! Your little tramp raised$56.87, three dollars less than my girl Kimmy! This proves that peoplesee cheerleading as a sport, doesn't it Lisa?"As Andrew and Kevin stood uncomfortably in Kylee's kitchen, thoroughlyused to being referred to as girls at this point in the evening, Lisafrowned then nodded. "You're right Kylee. I guess I was wrong.Cheerleading is a," Is a what?" A sport. It's a sport. I was wrong."Kylee smiled. "Of course you're wrong! But.