My hands weren't idle and began working around her sides to the front where they encountered the undersides of her braless breast, filling them with h...t firm flesh.Wanda wasn't a teenager and her full tits had a slight sag to them but they weren't the floppy breast of an elderly matron either. My hands worked upward, slowly kneading and squeezing until I encountered her stiffening nipples. They must have been more than a half-inch long and as round as a finger. I flicked my finger over one and. "Then I woke up thinking it was just a dream but I immediately startedfreaking out when I realised that I was wearing a cheerleader's uniformand the thought entered my head that maybe it wasn't just a dream.As I started to panic as I looked down at my pink skirt with its blacktrim, at the slightly torn fishnet stockings I was wearing. The thoughtthat maybe it wasn't just a dream started to take hold of me as I rubbedmy right hand up my leg and realised I was wearing a suspender belt tooand. He kept slapping, alternating hands, sometimes hitting flat on her ass, sometimesmoving down the inside of her thighs, sometimes hitting right between her legs.She was burning up, squirming with pain and desire. There was a roaring inher head and she felt an orgasm coming. Then he stopped. She moaned. "Did you like that?" he said, right in her ear, not waiting for her answerbut moving away. Her insides were liquid, her pussy soaked, her clit pulsingwith need. She tried pressing her belly. Her boobs swayed drunkenly, and she caught her lower lip between her teeth. Fiery sensations flooded her pussy, and the core of her gut seemed to be melting around the continuously stroking cockhead."HONEY!" she cried out. "Honey, I'm going to come! I'M GOING TO COME!"The first contraction clamped her cuntmouth fiercely on his shaft before she had finished warning him. Staring wide-eyed into his sweat-covered face, she saw a fleeting expression of surprise, then a swift, savage flare of intense.