. he immediately shook that thought out of his head."Ah... here we are! The girl's locker room," Trent exclaimed after several seconds later. He wav...d his hand to signal his new companion over.His hair's so long, I wonder how he grew it, Thirteen thought to himself before Trent's exclamation. He snapped out of his daze and shuffled over to where the holes peeking into the girl's locker room was. He peered into one of the holes, wondering how no one noticed so many peepholes throughout the. The alternative was back to my house with a chaos of k**s, my limp dick husband and the pets.We tiptoed into her house trying not to wake anyone, both tipsy and giggly. It felt like high school all over again. She grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses. Then, we escaped to her back porch.We continued drinking wine and sharing memories, singing along to the radio set on low volume. The later it got the more charged the atmosphere felt— like right before a thunderstorm. Finally, Christi asked. It was all the encouragement I needed, and I pressed my tongue against her smooth labia. They parted easily, and her level of arousal was quickly evident. A flood of wetness enveloped my tongue, and I began to make love to Tara with my lips and mouth. She was very verbal, cooing and challenging me, with her husky voice and strong hands on my head. I lapped at her clit, and she lifted her hips off the bed. She gave a primitive grunt and jammed her pussy against my face. Slowly, carefully, I. "What's wrong sweetheart?" Bob asked, noticing for the first time that Terri was wearing a blue cheerleader's uniform. She was limping badly as she walked."I hurt my ankle at cheerleader practice Uncle Bob," Terri said, limping over to the sofa and sitting down.Bob rushed over and knelt at her feet, picking her foot up gently, turning it this way and that. Bob could not see any swelling or bruising. He looked up to say something but stopped as his breath caught in his throat.Terri's short skirt.