.. oh how slutty we are ... afraid ... don't believe it - no woman - no female could be as sex-crazed as we seem to be." I thrust her down to the cush...oned pallet allowed for test subjects to sleep upon, my face a grimace of desire."You think ... we're too good to be true - but it IS true. Put your hands on my breasts, but your cock in my cunt, and believe that I am an absolute slut for you!" I did just that. My man meat slid deep with a wet ease that I would have found unbelievable. I snarled. She could still feel her body tingling all over. "God, I didn't know that I could climax for that long," she whispered. Finally, when she found some strength, she turned to Sally and whispered, "Let me take care of you." Okay. But just lay there. I'll do the work."Sam looked at her curiously. Then she watched as she stood up. A smile came to her face when she saw the younger woman straddle her head. She watched as she slowly squatted over her face and brought her swollen and dripping sex lips. At each of the sessions on the field there would be a group of boys watching our every move. I thought they were a little jealous of me having so much interaction with the squad. A couple of the boys in particular were on the football team and I could sense the fire in their stares towards me. I wrote it off as simple jealousy and ignored it. It turned out that the sports teams considered the cheerleaders their personal property and as far as they were concerned no boys were allowed to get even. My husband went into the shower first knowing it would take me longer to prepare. While I waited, I laid out my clothes for the evening. A black wrap dress with side tie, a white thin sheer top to wear under the dress (to minimize ‘the girls’ movement somewhat. It still allowed all the feeling of bare tits under the dress) sheer panties, thigh highs again in black and black three-inch heels with an ankle strap. I was to make sure my hair and make-up were just the way I wanted them,.