“Okay, let’s take off our shoes and socks together, then I will take off my dress and then we will take turns. Okay?” she asked, excitedly.“S...unds okay with me,” and bent over to remove my footwear.After she did the same, she removed her scarf, her belt then attended to her dress. She unbuttoned the back down to her waist and then, slowly moved the top from her shoulders and off her arms. Lowering it down to her hips, she slid the skirt off of them and stepped out of the garment as it. She noticed the expensive leather furniture, the sleek Mac computers sitting on the exotic mahogany desks, and the scent of fresh orange blossoms in the air. At the desk in front of the window sat a young girl, barely out of school, looking vulnerable, and undeniably beautiful. Mary immediately thought of her son, Thomas, and strode over to the desk. Autumn looked up at the sound of designer heels on the hard wood floor. A woman of about forty-five to fifty years old was crossing the room. “To hold you once more in my arms as I kiss those sweet lips to have my hands run across that sexy ass. To have you hold me tight as our tongues wrestle with each other and our hands caress our backs.To have you drop to your knees and look up at me as I take your head in my heads and guide that pretty mouth to my hard-aching cock To push my cock across those lips and tongue till you start to gag and then pull you back only to do it again and againForcing a little more each time until the. High School was different. Let's face it - there isn't a hell of a lot of difference between freshmen and sophomores.Les and Sam decided they wanted to be cheerleaders. They both tried out and made the JV team. That summer, it seemed that they wore their uniforms all the time, either practicing in the front yard or at school, going over routines with the rest of the squad.Something happened that summer that really bothered me. Les and I had always played hard and were in good shape. We also did.