“Well,” began Sandy, “There are ways that a cheerleader can motivate a football player that aren’t covered real well in cheer camp. I am talki...g about promising to give him a little if he does well and we win the Big Game.” Sandra had now finished drying her feet and was slipping into a little skirt sans panties. I had dressed with her often enough to know that she wouldn’t be putting on panties later. I guess she considered it a time saving mechanism given her lifestyle.“Sandra!” I exclaimed.. In long streaks the cum juice came shooting out ofmy balls and spread onto my body. "Go ahead mom, I just start over again." I begged her, and she willingly fullfilledmy wish. Now she raised her skirt, lifted gently her behind and, without muchto be seen for me, she held her slip in her hand. Graciously she let it fall to the ground, then pulled upward her skirt and began slowlyto open her legs. My prick was sporting record dimensions by now and I stroked as fast as I could, my eyes fixed. You gave yourself away with the letter. I should go, but Penelope should stay, hmm? I find that interesting, in light of the fact that no one pursued Penelope's hand more aggressively than you did."The captain shrugged. "What of it? Archibald was my best friend, his daughter grew into a fine young woman, and when the time came I asked for her hand. Archibald preferred you, and he convinced Penelope to go along. I've never held any ill will over it. I wish you both the best of happiness." Do. He stiffens his index finger so that it becomes a mini-penis for her to ride. He stiffens the middle two fingers, and positions them just behind her womanhood’s opening. His pinky likewise straightens out. Slowly but forcefully, he extends his hand. Index finger slides up all the way into her ass. The middle fingers slide into her pussy, which is so wet that it needs no additional lubrication. The pinky slides down across her clit. Her gasp is a cross between moan and cry of delight. Her.