Instead of her usual efficient ponytail, she put her up her hair in pigtails, keeping her bangs intact. It gives her an air of feigned innocence, the ...weet girl gone naughty. She's already playing games with me."And here to challenge the champ," she giggles shyly, "is his own wife, the grappling Princess!" She friskily flexes her ample biceps, and I spy the slight lumps of triceps underneath. Cute, but strong. She may be a woman, but she will still be a difficult opponent in the ring.In this. Do you really want more?”“Well, perhaps not. But do you ever take other photos? I mean, not just his dick.”“Yeah, lots. But I’m in some of them and I don’t want to spoil your appetite.”“How do you know you won’t do the opposite?”“You are a glutton for punishment. Okay, give me a second.” She brought up a photo of Matt posing naked in the kitchen. “I need to pee,” she said. “If you have any questions, save them for when I get back.”I was glad she’d left me alone with the laptop. It gave me time. It felt good. No different from another woman. Mary reached up and placed her hands behind me, feeling my arse and my balls as her husband worked his tongue on me.The positions were awkward. It wasn’t a porn movie after all so John beckoned for me to lie down where Mary was. Mary moved down in the bed and placed her leg over my hip to straddle me. John began sucking one of my nipples while flicking the other. I couldn’t see Mary anymore but soon sensed that warm, wet feeling as my cock entered. We held practice sessions every chance we got and built up quite a lot of interest from the boys in the school. I mean what red blooded male isn't fascinated by cheerleaders bouncing around in their skimpy uniforms. I know I sure was impressed. It turned out that I noticed that several of the girls had developed a bit of a crush on me and every time they looked at me they seemed to have a dreamy look in their eyes. Or was it just hopeful thinking on my part? We'll have to see but I would never.