She was stroking my cock with fervor to get me ready. Her outer pussy lips were swollen and as I sucked them she kept trying to push my mouth into he.... My tongue started to lick her, but she shifted and it plunged deep in her pussy. All I heard was an immense sigh of relief and a groan. My tongue plunged in and out of her. I licked her lips, as her hips pushed to get full exposure. She was feeling several small orgasms during this and was getting wetter. There was cum oozing from her. I was. “At least make an attempt to make this feel random. Put a damn shirt on.”“Fine. What, is it your period?”“You bet.”He ran back up, got a blank tee, and came back. We waited for a while. It was nearing ten o’clock.“Bedtime!” My mom yelled. “Ok!” We yelled back.And finally, the girls arrived. Lisa had on my flannel pajama pants, and a school tee shirt. The rest of the girls wore bright colored sweatpants and college tee shirts. They jumped onto their beds, and laughed in a really cliche. Each year, prior to the first game, the cheerleaders each blow the entire Basketball team. The cheerleaders know that if any of them do not perform, the other girls will get them off the squad. Greg said that as a 4 year starter, he had been through 4 of these rituals with the cheerleaders in his day. I guess each year, the seniors on the team and the squad are responsible for making it happen.Greg then told me that the "Polaroid" part is an important part of the game. Once a guy has a picture. "If you're too tired to do more, you can stay here and go to sleep. But I need to see at least one more cock cum tonight before I'm done, and now more than ever ... I need to enjoy a nice fingering climax myself."Steeling myself to go with her, and somewhat curious as to what it was she might have in mind, I managed to slip back into my clothes before following Mabel out through the door, and once again into the night.As we'd dressed, I had watched Mabel put on a very short pleated skirt, no.