” I say firmly “You may be a moral person, Cara,” She says, “But I’m not…” She walks up to me and leans in closely. “The one who’s a...hamed” I frown at her. “I’m not ashamed,” I push her back a little. “It’s just…” “It’s just what?” she leans in again and grabs my hands so that I can’t push her back again. “You don’t want Mason to know you’re fucking his girlfriend?” “Hush, he could hear you." She giggles, “Why are you so afraid of him?” she laughs and kisses me deeply. Unable to resist, I kiss. And oh the taste and the juiciness of that fruit when those lips opened! She had a slightly husky voice that sent shivers into my very core, and just to hear her crying out when she had one of her deliciously gushing orgasms was like hearing heavenly music. Her breasts were not just for ornament or for me to play with – she used them almost like sex toys when making love. The feel of those luscious tits brushing against my skin when she rode me, or when she strapon-fucked me from behind, took. That, plus the fact that itwould be impossible to find a sports bra capable of completely controllingher overly large thirty-six D-cup breasts as the cheerleaders jumped upand down while leading the enthusiastic fans in cheers. It was ultimatelythe encouragement of Becky Hamilton, the team captain, and Mrs. JillFuller, the cheerleader coach, which swayed Betty Lou's decision to apply.Betty Lou's friends wished her luck as she went to Mrs. Fuller's office tofind out if her cheerleader. "So it doesn't matter to you that I can't tit-fuck you because my boobs are too small? You wouldn't just love to stroke your cock between my tits, then cum all over my face?" She had me there, I had to admit, but fucked if I was going to tell her that. There were so many other things she did to me, and for me, that whether or not she could tit-fuck me just didn't seem important. Besides, if she really wanted to feel my cock on her breasts, I'd find a way to give her that pleasure, if it was the.