“Mmmmmm,” June said, entwining her arms around her husband. In a low, sleep husky voice she purred, “Ward, I think you were a little rough on th... beaver last night.”Ward looked stern as he always did when delivering a moral or lesson. “Sorry, June. But when a man feels really special about a woman, even his wife, sometimes he has to express it in ways that are a little decisive.”“Oh, I certainly liked it,” she said, her eyes growing wide and innocent as they so often did, showing that little. She wouldn't pass up an opportunity if it came naturally, but she would no longer try and set up situations (except for her bookshelf cleanings). She had even made the decision to limit her free hour teasing to once a week.The changes had nothing to do with a slackening of desire on her part; it was because she knew she was on the edge of being out of control and if she didn't control herself she was going to get caught. The changes wouldn't matter all that much. Over the last two months she. I suggested she try out for the cheer leader squad and she thought it was a great idea. I ain't pretending I'm much of a ball player but that's not how I kept my place in the squad, oh no that was rather more demanding, and that's how come Mary Beth Gowlanski came to accompany me as I rolled up to training that particular evening.It didn't matter how many home runs or such like a guy could manage, no it was that quality of the girls that a guy could bring along for the cheerleading, see we had. I offered the small bills, the hem got raised to just above the knee.The girl sat impassively.I pulled out a bill that was roughly equal to $20 back home and the angels sang. A smile creased the face of the old lady. The girl looked at me with affection and the scowling boy even smiled a bit.As I watched, lustfully, the hem rose and rose and rose until a dark thatch, barely concealed behind a lace curtain came into view.At her grandmother’s urging, the girl rose up to allow her underpants to be.