"How long has this been going on?" he asked."Today? Or how long have we been having sex?" I asked.I swear I wasn't trying to be a smart ass. I was try...ng to answer the man's question. I saw his eyes cloud over, so I answered quickly."Since last fall." Do you love her?" No, sir. We get together to have fun. We are just good friends," I said and hoped he took the news well. "I do like her a lot." I have half a mind to forbid you from ever seeing her again." Sir, the one thing I do know is you. Obviously an athlete, track star, most likely. She is appropriately dressed in a yellow and red two-piece cheerleader’s uniform that fills out her breasts nicely. You can tell there is nothing underneath her extremely short skirt because her erected eight in cock is raising it high enough for you to see everything.Monica, a women in her early twenties with shoulder length black hair and very well proportioned body. She has some muscle on her and you suspect that she works out You recognize her. She followed the lessons she had learned from her Uncle Jimmy, who had been in military service and she looked for the tools of survival and kept constant lookout for any and all dangers around her. She followed his advice of not trusting anything or anybody until she knew that they were completely reliable. It was second nature for her to follow his instructions given on many hunting trips to scan the terrain nearest her first, then the slightly distant areas and finally the regions furthest. There was no way he’d ever be able to pose or preen or pretend he was something better. Not to this one. This one was too brutally honest, stripping his soul bare naked before her. But she bared herself to him, quite readily, he realized. He wondered if all strippers were like that.Béla interrupted his reverie by getting up on her knees. Reaching forward, she snapped the elastic band on his jockey shorts and said, “Okay, boy, it’s your turn…”It took her about three seconds of stroking his.