My cock rubbed against hers as I pulled her into an embrace.My hands rubbed down her back and I cupped her bubbly butt. I raised my hand and lifted he... face with my fingers. I lowered my head, and we kissed. It didn’t take long for our kiss to hit the passionate stage or even more passionate than before. Her fingers wrapped around my cock and she stroked it as we kissed. When our kiss broke, I looked into her ocean blue eyes and smiled. She gave me the biggest and prettiest smile that I have. Pam showed up at 1:00 sharp for her appointment dressed as per my instruction in her old JV cheerleader uniform. To her credit the red and blue Lincoln High outfit still fit her thin frame although her added height made the skirt slightly shorter and the BEAVERS school motto emblazoned on the front of her sweater stretched tighter over her larger bust. With her freshly scrubbed face and giggly demeanor she could pass as the sophomore cheerleader she once was. She skipped past me into my office. She was led to a darkened room and laid on a bed.“You need to relax,” she was told as she lay naked on her back, the world spinning, feeling she’d been used in some way, and yet still feeling like a virgin – she could not recollect having sex that would deflower her, only the fumblings of her classmates, which she always repelled, being dubbed “Prickteaser of the Year” in her class.Tracey could feel a warm cloth washing her all over but could get up to see who it was, cleaning her up and. Riis want, he got. No, I want. He don't need ask. Only need time. Only need place. Nighttime, I touch me, dream him. Hand touch tits, his hand, squeeze gentle, stroke nip, squeeze harder. Whisper ya. Ya, Riis. Other hand slide down, stroke me. Oh, Riis. Touch me. Ya, baby, oh ya, sweet baby.Finally Saturday. Morning, Ma-me go shopping, other shit. Afternoon, I wash hair, lay out clothes, take bath, put on clothes, take off clothes, put on other clothes, take off, put on, take off, put on. Good.