..Kilah Roberts, cheerleading coach and owner of a Masters degree in physical education, had rarely been angrier. The only reason her assistant coach,...Marcie Gray, took her screaming fit was that she shared much of Kilah's anger at this moment."What is she? Fifteen?" the coach shouted in an unfortunate screech."Sixteen this week. A birthday present, don't you know?" Marcie said sourly."Jesus! What was she – what was her family thinking?" Kilah replied. "Fake boobs on a girl that age? She still. She was breathing raggedly, her fingers hooked tightly over each mahogany siderail. Carl closed his eyes and growled as he jabbed upwards. Vicky sucked a quick breath as she watched her father's thick shaft half disappear. She was only guessing but it'd looked eight inches long before he'd put it between Mona's cuntlips. Now there were just four inches left. Mona's ass shivered and she rocked her hips sharply to one side."Ohhh, Carl... Ohhh fuck me my darling... fuck me to death!"Carl bit her. I am wearing a tight skirt, just above the knee, high heels and you wonder if I am wearing stockings. You notice how my blouse hugs my curves, my firm breasts have always been one of my best assets and I can tell from your eyes that it meets with your approval. You notice I am quite attractive and my piercing blue eyes sparkle as I smile. You offer me a seat and as I sit down my skirt rides up slightly and I can see your eyes widen as you notice the top of my stockings. You feel something. When they left she was immediately on the phone to Caz. “Caz, I’ve just met the answer to our prayers,” she exclaimed. “What are you talking about, Mikki?” “I’ve just met two members of an all-male strip group. They are gorgeous and they might be exactly what we are looking for in the bedroom.” Caz said, “Sounds intriguing. I can’t wait to meet them.” “I’ve arranged to meet with the entire group next Friday evening. Maybe you can take an early mark and be here too.” “Maybe I will,” said Caz..