“You heard that little Spitfire, let’s load the drums in the trailer.”Once we had that simple task done and had the trailer hooked up to Sam’s...Bronco, Cathy asked her dad, “Is it alright if we ride over to Sam’s house after choir practice, tonight?”“I’ll give them a ride home afterwards, as well as your trailer,” Sammy quickly interjected.“I guess. What time do you think you’ll be home? You might have homework, remember.”Paul, Cathy and Sam stared at each other for a few seconds, while Mr.. ”“Mind? I love putting my tongue in a tight, hot, cheerleader pussy!” I chuckled.I moved down and began gently licking Bethany’s labia. I loved the smooth feeling of her bare pussy, with no pubic hair to interfere with the contact from my tongue. Every few licks, I probed deeply into her tunnel, causing Bethany to moan softly. I built her up until she was close, then sucked hard on her clit, pushing her over the edge. Bethany arched her back and groaned as she shuddered. I continued licking and. I had to look down a bit. She was only five feet five inches tall. Her hair was reddish, but not like mine; hers was a darker, more burgundy-ish color. Cut short, it was only slightly longer than the ROTC students I'd seen marching around campus. Her skin was pale, but darker than my own and her eyes were an alluring hazel mix of brown and green. Her body reminded me somewhat of Vickie Carter's. Like a cheerleader or a gymnast.She smiled up at me, inviting me to... Beats me what the invitation. She responded by arching her back toward me as she hissed, ‘OOHhhhhh fuckkk yeahhh!’ Her hands were twisted into my hair, holding my face against her pussy while she begged, ‘Don’t stop! Don’t stop!’ she moaned almost crying. I looked straight up into her eyes as I ravished her willing body with my tongue. Her moans intensified as her legs tensed and I knew that she was very close to cumming. I gently bit down on her clit and pushed two fingers inside of her aching pussy. She was so wet as I.