" His rough tone was demanding, but he knew I liked that from our earlier conversations. So I quickly lifted my polo, exposing my bell and then my che...t. I sat there on this gentleman’s couch now just in my underwear watching a movie where two men were taking turns fucking a youth. His hand stroked up and down the length of my thigh. Teasing me over and over. My lust took over and my hard cock throbbed and even started leaking into my boxer shorts."You like me touching you don’t you boy?”I. Helen loved the eager way her young son devoured her body, reminding her of how sex used to be when she was a teenager. She couldn't wait for him to work up the courage to find her hairy pussy on his own and guided his hand to her wet cunt. His groan of pleasure was music to her ears as he began to explore her wet hairy pussy. His fingers slid over every electricity filled nerve ending, sending waves of pleasure to her brain. "Oh yes, that's it darling. Stroke mummy's pussy, stroke it for me. This was the entire gang except for two left back at headquarters to keep an eye on things. The headquarters was located in a large building last used as a warehouse, so we might have some trouble sneaking up on the remaining gang members. We were not worried about being shot because all that the gang had was various brands of 9 mm pistols. We were impervious to them with normal ammunition, so we expected to be able to walk in unscathed except for bullet holes in our clothes. We called 911. "What good news?" Mark looked at me."Ummph..." I did swallow, hard. "Chrissy will tell you. It's way cool!" You mean the ... Thing with ... Yeah..." Chris giggled sorta nervously, but he shouldn't have been nervous at all."What thing?" Mark laughed, turning his hotdogs over the fire slowly."Uh ... I'm going to be a cheerleader." Chris gave Mark a little shrug. "I think." He is!" I clapped my hands happily. "Isn't that cool?" A cheerleader?" Mark grinned. "What like Stephy? Pom-poms and a skirt.