Not that Emily was forgetting everything. Heavens, no. Gosh, some of it was too much fun to forget. Or too important. Like that afternoon’s cheerlea...ing practice, for instance. She and Samantha – and Dawn, too, when that sexy little hussy wasn’t busy sneaking off to the boys’ locker room – had put together, like, the best cheerleading routines of all time. Really fast, really peppy, and incredibly complex, with lots of flips and tumbles and pyramids. Emily just knew it was going to be fantastic. ” She ordered. My eyes flew open at hearing her tone... and those words. Equally surprising is that my husband did as he was told, never looking away from her cold stare. I half expected him to be more embarrassed at what was happening and yet he seemed exited and almost challenging in his mannerism. Once his clothes were off, the officer looked at me.“Is THIS what distracted you?” she asked, smiling from ear to ear and she roughly stroked his eight and a half inch thick cock to full. You want me to wear it, Jamal?”“Sure,” Jamal replied.“You can’t be serious about this,” Bobby demanded.“I’m just doing what the lady tells me to,” Jamal replied.“C’mon man, bros before hoes, you know that.”“Remember that time in college when I had to sit in the dorm lobby for two hours while you screwed that cheerleader? Remember the time you told me I’d never get a girl?” Jamal rose from the couch and stretched. His still hard dick bounced, Bobby watched it in horrified fascination. On the one. Other fingers twisted her nipple. "Fuck me."Instead, as Doreen breathed deeply, steadying herself and began playing the piano, Calvin crawled between Martha's legs, bringing his mouth to her need."Your mom already did that," Martha complained within her moan."But differently," smiled Calvin, his cheeks already wet with her dew."Spice of life," Martha moaned.Doreen worked the song, her body trembling with the activities nearby somehow working with the lyrics."Nasty song," murmured Martha."It's.