I put his arms around her and began to move with her. She was pressed tightly against me, our hips locked together as we moved. My erection was immedi...te. The song ended, and the band started another slow dance. We kept dancing. As we moved, Bobbie whispered, “Rick, I have to tell you something. Please don’t hate me for it.”I whispered back, “I’d never hate you, no matter what.”“I’m not so sure,” she whispered. “Rick, I’m a guy.”“WHAT?” I tried to pull away.“Wait,” whispered Bobbie, her arms. I instructed her to sleep naked on the floor. I threw a pillow at her face but didn’t give her any blanket. I kept my AC on 18 degrees and slept.I could hear her shivering all night, and it gave a weird satisfaction to me. The next morning I woke up and saw her still sleeping. I was furious that she didn’t wake me up with a blowjob. I got up from my bed and went to the kitchen. I took some lemon slices and a candle.I took a lemon slice and squeezed it in her pussy. She didn’t realize it until. ”That told her what she needed to confirm “mission accomplished”.Later, she discovered Lucille had undressed for Charlie and that her uniform was in pristine condition for the halftime activities at the game. She would be the last cheerleader in the lineup, but that was standard because she was the newest addition to the squad. Besides, she liked being last because she knew all eyes would be on her “Best Asset” when they made the final bend-over bow and bounced their pom-poms on the wooden. Marcus shook his head, glancing over my bare breasts. He shut the door and approached me.Minutes later, he pinned me against the wall in the small conference room. I was straddling him, he was pumping that big cock in and out of me.“Yes! Yes!” I was cumming. No one was watching us, no one was filming us.He slammed me on the conference table and kept going. We stared into each other’s eyes with more fiery passion than I ever did with Doc. I felt no guilt, only pleasure as another orgasm.