This was fine, Eloise thought to herself. Looks were a big part of how cheerleaders are judged, regardless of whether or not that was an overtly-prese...ted criteria of being one or not. They had to judge her looks, right? She was meant to feel slightly like a piece of meat being judged for succulence.. right?“Please state your name, and then start your routine,” said an authoritative-sounding platinum blonde seated at the middle of the table. “Oh, alright– well, my name is Eloise Handler,” she. /Ph.D degree in four years - half the time it usually takes, moved back to Texas and established a very successful psychiatry, marriage counseling and couples sexual therapy practice in Austin.Privately, she liked to jokingly remind me that it was "My Fault" that she wound up practicing couples sexual therapy! I myself thought it was because Kate was slightly hypersexual along with the things we did when were together (see Bree 1) and she undertook this path to learn more about her own. “Of course, Uncle Bob,” she replied.“Sweetie, what was so funny that made you laugh so much?” I asked, walking towards her.“Oh, it was nothing really, just me being silly. Honest Uncle Bob”, she giggled.“Oh, Please, Sweetie, tell me. I want to know”, I begged.I sat next to her. She put her arm around my bare waist and hugged me tightly.“You promise you won’t get upset?” she asked.“You know I won’t,” I replied.Still giggling, she said, “I went looking for you and found you in the backyard on. Her tummy fluttered with a strange thrill.They were both moaning softly, wrapped tightly in each other's arms. Vickie had a perfect view of the young man's pale ass cheeks as he pumped his cock up and dawn, back and forth, into the cunt of the girl beneath him. His red bathing suit was hooked around one of his ankles. Vickie could barely see the girl at all, just a flash of auburn hair and a pair of tightly-clenched eyes once in a while.And Vickie began to get horny all over again. Her tits.