I am what you would call, a bad girl. I like to smoke and drink. I have a tattoo, and several piercings. My ears are pierced, along with my nose, my l...p, and eyebrow, but I love to cheer I defiantly don't fit into the stereotype of what a cheerleader is supposed to be, and that is fine with me. I am my own person. I always have been. “It was fine dad, I'm going to go up to my room listen to some music, and just relax before dinner tonight. I'll be down later for pizza” I tell him turning around. Everything in me was sensitivity, I felt her breath approach.Christian's beard, full of sweat, caressed the opening of my buttocks to give way to his tongue that collected the juice of our work to take it as a sip towards my already enlarged anus.With his fingers, Christian tried to rip the impossible; he was blind with desire, completely possessed by his a****l side.He deposited our moisture on me and got up again.The tip of his penis was placed at the entrance.I dropped my face completely,. "I work with my aunt Gina. Her husband Raymond passed away and left her with this job. She can't do it all by herself." Are you and your aunt close, Sal?"Sal felt his face go red as he realized he rarely pulled his shade at night and sometimes he and Gina did the nasty's right on top of his comfortable bed. He wondered if this innocent girl had seen him slipping the meat to Gina earlier in the week."You could say so, Cindy. I try to make her feel good because of her losing her husband and. I was surrounded. Other men continuously went by outside the door on their way to and from the urinals. Precious moments ticked by. I stood halfway up and reached into the pocket of my sports jacket, removing a bottle of liquid lube. I sat back down and squirted a bit on my right hand. I didn’t want too much because I wanted to avoid any juicy noises as I did this, wanted just enough to allow my hand to slide over my dick. I put the bottle in my shirt pocket in case I needed more. I looked down.