Her legs are a bit shaky, but it doesn’t bother her as she quickly drops to her knees and reaches out for Emma’s equally big, rubbery cock. Her ha...d wraps around the shaft as tightly as it can. She looks up into the woman’s eyes, her lips twit in a naughty smile. If only she had gotten to be a closer friend to Emma before now, she could have been having all this fun already.Then she opens her mouth and slips her tongue out a little. She leans in and takes just the tip of Emma’s cock into her. "Oh, but I like that, Son!"He released her at last after he had her quivering and mumbling to herself. She took the wispy garments from him and laughed."How did you know I had these? Why, I've never had them on!"He grinned as she held up the panties. "I was looking for the ones with the least material," he admitted. "Those were at the back of the drawer, that's all." They're hardly pants at all, Danny!" But they are, and I brought them. So that's what you wear. You promised." Your father. "Remember that we talkedabout this." Martha!" my Dad exclaimed. "It's just cheerleading. What's the worstthat could happen?" Come on Mom! Please?" I pleaded looking at her with big puppy dog eyes.That usually softened her up."Remember what I had said when you wanted to join the lacrosse team?"Mom continued not relenting. "You need to be careful, you don't want toexpose yourself." Mom!" I whined getting tired of the same old lecture. "I can controlmyself. You know that and besides I might not. It had a small television screen. He put in some money and a porn movie started playing. He sat down in a chair and told me to take off all my clothes except my heels. "Of course," I said. I can't remember the last time I had sex without my fuck-me-pumps on.I took off my clothes and put on a little show for Mr. Bradford. And yes, I did notice the holes on both sides of the small room. I knew Mr. Bradford wasn't the only one getting a show. I danced slowly swiveling my hips and pushing my big.