Not the kind of half-hearted glances at my legs, but straight up, jaw hanging open, hypnotized ogling.Spence, Rashmi, Celeste, I counted amongst them,...the other 2 were probably juniors. Last year’s JV soccer players, I figured. It would be stupid for me to just go up to him and ask him, “Is that what you like?” For one thing, his stare said it all. I guess my body could use a little TLC. Me and my scrawny chicken legs, I decided, needed to go for a run.The bus pulled up to our stop and we. “How do I look?” She asked. I said, “You look like a bombshell, but .. you could change your hairstyle.”She got excited and asked me what look would suit her. I told her a pixie haircut would suit her face. She got excited and called the nearest salon. I asked what Sandy would say.Shriya replied that she wanted to cuckold him anyway. So looking at her makeover, he would become a helpless cuckold, because he loved her hair a lot.We both took a cab and reached the salon. The stylist cut off. I just stared at his whisker covered face."Maybe you are just hungry for something else?" he questioned.I was taken aback by his question. What did he mean? What was he trying to say? His other hand dropped his fork and moved down to his pants. I followed with my eyes and saw his bulge was back. My eyes grew wide. I knew what he meant now. His fingers found his zipper and slowly dragged it down to the bottom. He withdrew his other hand to help undue his belt buckle. I stared in complete shock. And an ass that he claims is the best ever. I was shaken out of my sleepiness by his firm order from him to spread my legs. It’s time for this slut to give me a show. I felt something land next to me and as I opened my eyes I saw my favorite dildo laying there and new what kind of show he wanted.I slowly spread my legs and slid my fingers down spreading my pouting lips to give him a full view of my pussy. I moved my fingers teasingly between my clit and honey hole. I then fingered just.