She was desired by many, and I enjoyed hearing about her past sexual escapades. I also enjoyed her wild libido and impressively high stamina. As bored... horny teenagers, it was not uncommon for us to fuck for hours at a time.We continued to date through college, where she affirmed her reputation as a super slut, but I would have to say my favorite sexual memory of her came when we were juniors in high school. It was after a football game-- she was a cheerleader, and me, a star athlete. She. "Oh! I see that you've agreed to try and win this year!" Yeah... I guess. Mom said that I could do it." I'll bet that you'll be the prettiest girl at the ball!" Dad! Think about that! I'm your son...remember?" Of course! I know that, but for the next three months or so you're ourdaughter, and in order to help you win, we are going to treat you as ourdaughter!" Great. Just what I needed," I said sarcastically."That's exactly why we're doing it! To help you!" She must have missed thesarcasm."We. As we bunched in close together there was a different feeling, now sweaty bodies were responding to being crushed against other sweaty bodies, I could feel hands on me in an intimate part, and what they felt in return, told them I was in a kind of mood that would require a man's attention. The photographer was pissed and he had an erection, which set the mood for the group now groping each other like naughty c***dren.I could feel his erection tantalisingly brushing the cheeks of my ass, and I. ‘Hey, how’s it going?’ he asked casually, grinning at her. ‘Oh, fine, you know,’ she said distractedly, wanting to continue on her way, but not wanting to be rude. ‘Yeah, me too. I’ve been fine, I mean.’ ‘Good, that’s good,’ she said nodding. ‘So, do you maybe want to dance?’ he asked. ‘What?’ she couldn’t quite hear him over the loud music. ‘Do you want to dance?’ he leaned over and shouted in her ear. ‘Oh, actually I was just leaving. I have to find Poppy first, though,’ she said back,.