She looked directly at me. I took the hint, I got off the couch, kneeling on the floor. She widened her legs as I knelt between them. I lowered my hea... holding it inches away from her love hole. I licked her slowly from the bottom of her wet spot to the top. She moaned softly, grabbing the back of my head with both of her hands, pushing it down into her. Her legs went up and onto my shoulders. I slid two fingers into her, then began to lick her deeply. With each touch, she moaned and shifted. I stood there like a dope who had been pantsed in the hallway at school. "Oh don't be silly!" was her response to my inarticulate remark. "Here, try these on." she told me, handing me another pair that, frankly looked just like the first. I was really nonplussed but was trying not to appear like an unexpected man. I'm under no delusion that I'm younger than middle age, but I do keep in good shape and I still get a second look occasionally. Besides, she was absolutely beautiful and I was. Jennifer shrugged and returned to her own shower.In short order she once again felt eyes on her, and when she turned to check she caught her fellow cheerleader staring again, though once more she immediately turned away. Apparently she hadn't gotten enough of watching Jennifer's backside while they were running. Jennifer crossed over to the other side and asked to her face, "What is it?" N— nothing," she stammered, and timidly turned her head down and away from Jennifer."Theresa, you're looking. Martina walked towards him and slipped her index fingers inside the top of her panties and pulled them up. Her pussy lips were inflamed and were swallowing the cotton. Ben stared at her little groove. He could see the slight translucence of the fabric which hinted at her own arousal. She stepped forward again until she could touch him and began undoing his trousers. When she had removed them, she gripped the waist band of his pants and peeled them off, slowly.“Now I make you come,” she said.Ben.