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 bot... 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 well in school. We weren't. Michelle was getting very excited. She could feel her pussy getting damp. She had to have this women.When the waitress brought them the drinks they had ordered she tripped and spilt some wine on Jennifer's top. She was very embarrassed, apologized profusely and offered to help her clean up. Michelle seized the moment and told her it would be necessary to just bring her some salt and that she would help her. The waitress brought the salt and Jennifer and Michelle got up and went to the. Now I know some words were exchanged but they took the ride, reluctantly but the lady was convincing and took them home up the street to allow them to use the phone. Offered them cookies and drink and they were off again. This lady called the police and reported it and they zoomed to the location and spotted the kids and brought them home. I don’t recall the full extent of Phillip’s punishment. I never spanked him, he will tell you to this day that I demanded him to do pushups. He got to where. Sacrilege!"Arnie cowered in the corner as her voice seemed to reverberate in his very bones. "I'm sorry," he said, trembling. "I didn't mean that. Please forgive me."She seemed placated for a moment, and her skin muted from red to pink to a light tan color. The light returned to normal in the room."But what about me?" Arnie said, hoarsely. "What happens to me?" I think you know that," she said, baring her sharp white teeth in a smile. "You are the other side of the coin from these women," she.