Her attire would have been more appropriate for an evening dinner date. She was wearing a thin, light blue dress that was cut low enough in front to s...ow off her ample cleavage. It’s skirt stopped just above the knees of her shapely legs. However, I was not about to complain. Why would I want to tell a good looking gal how much cleavage to show me? I decided to simply enjoy the show. As Jean sat down, I caught just a hint of her perfume. She not only looked good, but she smelled delicious,. “What?” I asked. “Your report card young lady,” snapped Jack, my step-father. “You promised your mother and I that if you joined the cheerleading squad you’d keep your grades up, but they’re slipping Christa. You used to be a straight A student but your highest grade here is a B-. What’s going on?” “It’s still a passing grade,” I commented dryly. “I blame that boyfriend of yours,” he replied, pointing a mean finger at me. “He’s leading you down the wrong path. He’s bad for you Christa. We’re. Jake said “You really don’t want us to do that, we can tell you know! Look down boys!” we did. To our enormous embarrassment we both had strong erections making tents in our suit pants!“Its ok guys, hard ons like that just mean that you like what’s on the TV. It means that deep down you want to do what they’re doing. Your bodies are telling you they want to get fucked! No use denying it. We can do that for you guys. We can help you feel what that guy is feeling with a cock in the ass.” We were. Rolling away from her, I pushed myself up into a sitting position and said, "Alright, maybe it's only because you've got me so aroused I'm not thinking straight, but I can see a certain logic in your reasoning. However, you must both promise that neither of you will ever tell anyone what happens here tonight. Promise?"Both girls nodded their heads solemnly."Ok. Anyone have any suggestions how we should go about this?" I asked. Ali said she thought Mary should decide that. Turning to Mary, I.