After washing me all over, she turned her tiny fingernails into tiny claws and gently scratched everywhere. She continued like this until the only pa...t of me that had not been washed, rubbed, scratched was my cock and balls. I bent down and kissed Sada. Then I whispered into one of perfect ears that it was time. She dropped to her knees and lifted my cock into the air. Her tiny little fingers began a slow movement from the tip of the head to the base. I moaned… Sada was doing everything. ”“Henry’s cheating on me.”“Oh no, is he screwing co-eds again?” Melanie blurted.Teresa nodded. “I think so.”“You think so? Do you have proof?”“No. But I’m pretty sure.”“How did you find out?”“That’s the other problem.”“What’s the other problem?”“Do you remember my student, Milo? You met him when I was in the hospital.”“Sure,” Melanie said. “The Adonis who wants to get in your pants.”“You were right. He’s the one who told me.”“Oh God, are you screwing Milo?”“No. Not really.”“Not really? What the. Not after what they’d been through. And letting Pilar live, live openly, with Walker ... well, hands off is hands off.Although I seriously doubted Pilar was really leaving it up to Walker. She left him that impression from time to time. But Vanessa and I knew she called the shots.I didn’t drop the bottles of Harpoon, but the two in my left hand clinked together when I turned back to the table to hear Vanessa say, “Honey, when Walker is ... pleasuring himself, have you thought of massaging his. I think his macho ego was stroked by the fact he could show off. Either way, I was a cheerleader, so I love being watched. He was my rock and he knew it....The last day of school, when year books were passed out. I decided I would go to the football field for one last time. I thought of all of the times before games he would bring me down behind the bleachers and have his good luck charm. Being the star quarterback, he needed his head in the game, but for some reason that couldnt happen until.