After all not everyone can still look hot in their high school cheerleading outfit nine years later.Before the game ever began we agreed on a bet. Th... loser would have to be a cheerleader for the winning team at work on Monday. Since no customers ever actually come into the data processing center, and since the shift supervisor was at the party with us - and a little drunk - there wasn’t going to be any problem with that.Things started out really bad for me. Pittsburgh scored a touchdown in. ‘How do you like, what you KNOW you will NEVER in your wildest dreams EVER HAVE!!!!!!?????’ My heart was BURSTING because I felt deep in the core of my body the disdain with which she viewed me – this little WORM of a man!!! This, old, tired, leering, limp-dicked worthless heap of a man – this old, sex-starved man! Every single glare of her eyes showed me her disdain for me, told me how much she loathed me – how much she did not WANT me here! She taunted me, dancing wildly before me as she. Babitha: Karthik, please do not stop eating my pussy!!! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Eat it !!! Bite it!!! Aaaaggghhhhhh!!!!! Aahhhh!!!Both her legs were in the air and I was sitting on the lawn floor towards one edge and still sucking her pussy. She started pulling my hair and pressing my head more towards her pussy. She came on my face and gave a big shout before she had cum.I got up and now it was her turn to give me a great blowjob, she was not a great sucker of cock but she did whatever. Good-bye is forever. How can I say good-bye to her? Saying good-bye to her is like saying good-bye to me. I didn’t want to say good-bye, but I had no choice in the matter and it was a mute point anyway. Out of my control to make her stay, she’s gone. When she died, God took the real essence of what we were together and what we meant to one another and left me, the empty shell of a weak man, who is now alone, angry, depressed, and tired, too tired to care about anything else other than the.