“Let me help you out, Mom,” Faizel, my eldest at seventeen, said. His voice a deep, rumbling bass, not still youthful like his little brother. He ...eized my hand, bringing my fingers to his mouth.I shuddered, my eyes staring at his naked body. So strong and muscular, his skin the same swarthy brown as his father. He could be Karim except he lacked my husband’s beard, my son’s cheeks still clean-shaven. I groaned as he sucked on my fingers, licking my juices off them. My eyes flicked down his. I snuck a quick kiss of the ball of each of her feet but am not sure if she even noticed or chose to ignore my foolishness. As I rubbed I told her we had to keep up our tradition of talking about a movie when we got back. We usually talked the movie to death. As we talked my hands worked up her lower legs a bit. It seems we both like the sixty-nine scenes and pussy eating scenes. The fucking was too fake and even though she loved the cock sucking she found the scenes to be far too long saying,. I was in deep trouble as he held me down and all could do was fuck the bed with my own hard cock. Just when I thought I was going to faint from having his tongue digging deep into my man cunt, he took pity on my sweat soaked squirming body and came up for some air. My cunt hole felt wet and full from all the attention, while my cock wanted to empty its pent up load. I tingled all over and shivered slightly wondering what he was going to do to me now. He was massaging my feet as he sat behind. Since then, we’ve been approached by the Atlanta Falcons and we’ve appeared in Girls’ Life and American Cheerleader. I’m a blue-eyed blonde with naturally full, perky boobs. Julie has a cheeky face and sparkling green eyes and mousy blonde hair. She has an ass to die for. While we’re the apple pie of our Dad’s eyes and all American girls too, mayhem is never far away when we’re around. When not cheerleading, we’re studying English and History at college. Our exploits around campus were well.