I elbowed Jason and said, “Damn, man, look at that hot little thing.”He turned on his stool and stared at her for a moment before saying, “Whoa ...eah, she is hotter than shit. And she looks very familiar to me. I think her name is Samantha, and she was one grade behind me in high school. I never met her in person, but I sure knew her reputation. When I was a senior and she was a junior, she was supposedly fucking anybody with a cock who didn’t mind getting seconds or thirds. Apparently, all it. The gym exit wasclearly in sight, but every time I tried to escape, someone pulled meback by the waistband of my trousers, which were starting to feel shortas well as tight, and uncomfortable, stopped every attempt I made to movetowards them.I bumbled around in the center for a while, until all the cheerleadersbegan to assemble around me. I heard someone yell "Pyramid!" and almostimmediately after that there were girls taking hold of my feet andankles. I was lifted up by my feet within seconds. She licked and bit his nipples causing him to jump. Now he wanted to be inside her. He grabbed her legs turning her so he could enter her. There was strength and desire as he lifted her into the air and placed a pillow beneath her hips. He rubbed her opening with the head, then licking his fingers he moistened her. Oh and then she had what she longed for, her lover slowly entered her moving in and out of her making her moan with pleasure! They looked into each others eyes the entire. Then I frowned, there was something missing and for a moment it escaped me as to what that something was, then it dawned on me, I was not wearing any make-up. Quickly I sat down at my dressing table and started to apply powder, rouge, eye shadow and lipstick, not heavily, but enough to show I had gone to an effort for my son. When I stood in front of the full-length mirror again I found that the make-up had taken a few years off my age visually, it also had the effect of making me feel even.