She spoke and said “Fuck, Fuck, Yeah, Give it to Me” at this point I just kind of froze and realized that the person that spoke was my Son’s gir...friend! Even after the realization that I was getting the ride of my life from my Son’s girlfriend I still didn’t get limp and it felt so good. After a few minutes, I came in her young pussy and she screamed but covered her mouth quickly to muffle her Orgasms. She then feel down off my softening cock and laid down next to me. I quickly got up grabbed. Which brought her straight to what she had done in the past few days. A sour knot of misery formed in her throat, making it hard to swallow. Taking a grip on herself, she thrust that memory down. Her mind then went perversely to the parting exchange she had had at the office the day before. Her muscles slowly knotted with horror as she reviewed the conversation.How had the rumor gotten started that Steven Shein was selling? She had called on him routinely, the same way she did all people in her. “You girls sure make good cheerleaders. I bet you have a ton of boyfriends.”“Well… not really,” Abby said a little sadly.“Really? You and your sister are such cuties I figured you have them lined up around the block?”“Well, our school is a Catholic school so the nuns are really strict on stuff like that,” Abby confessed.“Oh… So that’s why Megan never…” I coughed and changed the subject, “But they have cheerleaders?”“Oh sure,” she nodded. “The nuns love a good football game. And what’s. Marla was going to help out at an all day church picnic. I couldn't go with her because that Saturday afternoon I had to go to the National Guard Armory to fill out paperwork for the shipment to Iraq the following week.Joanne was really a sexy package. Statuesque is the word that comes to mind. She didn't have huge breasts but they sure looked like a handful. The night before she had worn a low cut blouse, a peasant's blouse I think she called it. She kept showing me what she had and I kept.