Heather slowly cracked open the door and peeked into the locker room. The cheerleaders had finished their practice."Now what do we do?" whispered Chri...."Well I guess we wait them out," she whispered back. "Why don't you come up here? This is every boy's wet dream."Chris eagerly changed places with his mother. "Oh yeah," said Chris in appreciation. "This is great."Chris kept up a running account on each girl's figure as they stripped out of their workout clothing. Heather could tell that her son. -I would give a quick hug goodbye with a peck on the cheek-So I started extending the hugs and pushing my ample bust into him sometimes pulling his hips slightly into mine (Felt a bulge every so often)-Kisses on the cheek turned to pecks on the lips when my daughter had her back turned or wasn’t paying attention then bite my lipAfter he still wasn’t catching the hint after another month or so I turned up the heat.-Asked for his help when I knew my daughter was at work.-Usually answered the door. "He started out the door."Jimmy," she cried, causing him to turn back to her, "I love you." Of course you do, baby." He smiled and was gone.Maria felt sore in every part of her body, but it was a delicious soreness. Her repeated monstrous orgasms had left her weary, but sexually sated as never before. I am his woman, she thought, hugging herself with an emotional satisfaction she had not felt since losing Ricardo. Absent mindedly she fingered the small simple necklace her mother had given her. Gallantly trotting through the woods or leaping the exercise fence in back.He got up and went over to the bar and got himself a drink. When he returned he couldn't see the girls or the dogs anywhere. He desperately switched cameras trying to locate them."Where did those girls disappear to?" He asked out loud.She pulled Midge along as they got closer to the great steed. They opened the gate to his stall and approached him cautiously. Once next to the great beast they began talking to him.