Everyone who tried out had to wait around until everyone tried out. At the end of try outs they said, “The list will be posted on Friday. Be sure to...check all levels.” I guess some people that were freshman like me had maybe done so well that they could be on higher class.I went home that day hoping to be a new cheerleader. The tryouts were on Wednesday and I got there excited on Friday morning. There was no list posted yet but it was still early. I decided I’d check before and after every. She had bought the suitcase herself, finagled two weeks off work, bought her own ticket online, one of those cheap flies you leave at 11:45 pm, bounces you all around the country, have hours of layovers at every stop, she’d got in on the last flight 11:30 pm locale time. Giving her 24 hours, of travel time, and not one in-flight meal. She just set down in the floor and started crying. Broke my, fucking heart. Looking at the wall clock, it came to me that Brittany’s return flight should just be. It was wonderful to see two pairs of hands moving all over her body and her responding to it.She had been wearing only a long thin cotton house coat with front buttons and a shawl. But the shawl had been taken away and her house coat opened all the way and she lay totally exposed to the two men and me. Soon her house coat was removed! Amar, whose hands were playing with her pussy, was making her cum and with a loud moan she said: Fuck Me!!!! And she was coming!!!! The blood raced through me. Mera hath unki kamar ko chune laga mujhe bhi pata nahi chala. Maine unki blouse per se saree hatane laga to unhone mujhe rok diya or mera shirt khol diya or pent ke uper se hi mera lund pakad kar sehlane lagi. Maine bhi unki saree khol di. Ab wo bus blouse paticote main thi. Maine unhe bed per patak kar unke uper aa gaya or hum dono ek dusre ko paglo ki tareh chumne lage. Khuch der bad wo mere uper aa gayi or mere seene ko katne lagi; chane lagi or phir unhone meri pant khol di or phir meri.