There were sixteen guys, and sixteen girls, that meant sixteen possible single base stunts. There were eight single bases, and then a V formation that...on the "boing" all did popcorn toe touches.Leo and I were in the group that was doing single base stunts.The announcer told everyone to focus onto the middle of the field where we would be doing our routine.I got kind of nervous as we all ran out onto the field, clapping and cheering for the Angels. It was kind of gay sounding, to be cheering for. I had recently started spying on her whenever she was in the shower or changing and a couple times snuck in while she was sleeping and looked at her gorgeous body. I was really horny and had been looking for a pair of her panties when I saw a pair on the top of the dirty clothes. I picked it up and started sniffing it. I was mesmerized with the musky smell of her pussy. Red bikini panties. I love red. Anyways, after Mom had caught me masturbating with her panties, things were a little cool for. Don’t stain it with your jiggle, ok?” Stunned, speechless as I was now, just nodded and she left, but turned around to say: “What a pity you waste your jiggle on some clothes darling. What has inspired you? Was it me?” I didn’t deny it and nodded again. She reciprocated by kissing me tenderly in my forehead, and hugged me like she always did, except that this had been a special close in. My dick had plunged into her thighs accidentally. Once again my fly was unzipped and my cock was hanging out. “Why’d he ask you to dance if he was going to say things like that to you?” She hiccoughed uncomfortably. “I don’t even know any more. I just – just – I didn’t know what to say, I was really hurt, so I wanted to hurt him. And I knew he was vain, so the pink paper seemed like a good idea …” I grinned despite myself. “Bea, Bea, what are we going to do with you? How many times have I told you, just ignore them. Walk away, count backwards from twenty, whatever works for you, but don’t.