She didn't look at him any more often than she looked at anyone else. There was no blowing of kisses, or long, lingering looks, or smiles as are somet...mes exchanged between lovers. She was the consummate professional out on the field.He had taken his usual place on purpose, but had been sure that, somehow, everyone around him would know that he was fucking one of the cheerleaders. He knew that was ludicrous, but the fear nagged him. What took his mind off of that was examining why he was so. In his mind was a battle of ugly things and the memory of what he saw last week with Phil receiving the quick blowjob and the big tits and the attention of Susan, the new girl at school. So his cock wouldn`t go soft and it was annoying. He couldn`t get Susan and her big boobs out of his head. He glimpsed for just two seconds at them and they stick to his head. How could they look under the blouse and the bra? They must be sensational. His cock was now trembling in his shorts and it released a. Mummy – Nahi papa ji aisi koi baat nahi hai. Ye to samaj ki parampara hai.Dada ji – Beta, main nahi janta ye parampara kisne banayi hai. Magar ek aurat ko bhi khul ke jeena ka hak hai. Isiliye main nahi chahta hu ki tum ye pallu mere samne karo.Mummy – Magar papa ji mujhe isse koi bhi pareshani nahi hai.Dada ji – Main janta hu. Tumhe pareshani hai. Is garmi mein bhi tum saree pehnti ho. Fir pallu bhi rakhna hota hai. Aaj kal zamana badal gaya hai. Ab bahu log ye sab nahi karti hai. Aur tum jo. ”“Very well, Chosen One, follow me. I know of a place where we are not likely to be bothered.”I followed Johnathon to a cave similar to the one I had just left, but this cave did not have any other occupants that I had to worry about. The rest of the people in the group that I had rescued also followed us. Fortunately, the cave was large enough to handle so many occupants.“Johnathon, please stop calling me Chosen One. That will only serve to attract unwanted attention. Call me Doug.