" She gestured behind her to the mats in the middle of the gym where Tracy was seated."I want to be a cheerleader, Coach Baxter, and I was hoping you ...ould help me." Cheerleader quota is full," said the coach in an abrupt tone but Stacy noticed he was looking at her in a very lustful way. She decided to work on that."Oh there must be a 'position' for me," said Stacy, thrusting her breasts out as far as she could and absent-mindedly running a finger over her lips. Coach just kept staring at her. He suddenly looks embarrassed as a wet spot starts to spread throughout his pants. She let's his hand out of her mouth. "That should teach you to play with things that don't belong to you with out asking." You moan and rub your thighs together trying to finish your self. Angel looks over at you and grins eviley. "It is good that you get turned on getting felt up by strangers in public slut." She takes the bit out of your mouth. "On your knees" You quickly drop to your knees as she turns around. Peter found what he was looking for. He just needs to get a little more down the stairs and then he is able to grab the strange object.Peter almost hits the water with his feet. He stops climbing down an reaches for the object. The object is just a little bit too far away to grab. Peter tries one final time and manages to get a finger on it. He pulls the object carefully towards him and grabs it out of the water. It's some sort of wooden object. Peter climbs up and walks towards the street. The moment I showed myself in nothing more than the scrap of terrycloth, his eyebrow raised and his eyes scanned all the skin that was naked. His full, kissable lips twisted into a wide, lust-filled grin and had a shiver working its way down my spine—I was anything but repulsed. ‘What do you want,’ I asked, keeping the instant arousal out of my voice. The tip of his tongue traced his upper lip. ‘Can I have three wishes?’ I rolled my eyes and turned around to walk back to my bedroom. Landly was.