Oh God. He'd undone histrousers and released an erect cock from his underwear. Now I know whyhe was looking so flushed when I came in, he'd been pla...ing with himselfwhilst surfing on the PC. That's why he'd been so angry with meinterrupting him...I'd caught him wanking!"Since you interrupted my little moment of self-pleasure, I think theleast you can do is finish me off?" Although he asked it as a questionthere was no hint of doubt in my mind that I had a choice. I looked upat his eyes,. It's restful to me."I said, "That was the color of your dress. I liked it."She responded, "That's good since it's my favorite dress."What's your favorite class?"I said, "Math. I like solving mathematical problems and playing games with numbers. That's also my major."She asked me a little later, "What are your five year goals?"I thought a moment. "Finish college with a doctorate, get a job as a math professor, and marry a tall, slim girl named Karen." She came over our legs at me. She wrapped. ‘Do you like that sweetheart?’ Mommy said. She pushed my leg to the side so she could even better reach the hairs in my groin. The vibrations made me horny and I moaned.‘It’s okay, sweety. We’re almost done. There.’ Mommy turned of the lady shave and rubbed her hand over my pussy. ‘Feel how smooth.’ She said her fingers pressing into my pussy, caressing my vulnerable skin.‘Such a sweet pink pussy you have.’ Mommy kept on stroking me, up and down. She slipped her finger inside and quickly moved. As I was driving over to practice I decided not to mention anything about Taylor or last night to Misty. No reason making things uncomfortable."OK girls, the 1st game of the season is in two weeks. We need to practice and perfect our moves. Our school needs us!"After the cliche speech, we started practicing. Misty had wrote the cheers and helped choreographed half the steps. Two hours after vigorous practice it was quitting time. I grabbed my things and started for the door when Misty.