Finally, my time was up, and I was able to bring myself to a stop.I emerged back into the living room, after my five minutes, largely having overcome ...my self-consciousness. The fantasy and reality of the situation, the incredible arousal I was experiencing and the horny edginess I had just massaged into myself all combined to make me more audacious and less concerned with restraint and appearances.Because of that, I walked back out boldly, preceded by my rigid member with its tiny grin of. .. I mean Sally,” Sam chuckled.“I was just saying your Dad’s still at work and young Greg is out gallivanting somewhere on his bike with his gang. So would you like to pop in mine and have a cup of tea?”“Oh, I’d love a cuppa, Sally.”The kettle was already on the boil when they stepped into her kitchen and she swiftly made a pot of tea for them both.“So, why so happy?” she asked.“I asked Emily. Officially she’s now my girl,” Sam replied with pride.“Oh well done. She’s a beautiful girl.”“Yes, I. I ignored him.One time I went into the store room and saw one of the girls on her knees in fron of Jim. His dick was in her mouth and she was sucking him off!I watched open mouthed and then squeezed past them.Jim told me not to say anything about it.That's Me Fucked !"Still here?" Jim asked one day."that's good, Gemma, very good!" Yes boss".I was washing up - I did hours of it.I felt Jim behind me, his hot breath on my neck and his hands on my hips and ass again - as usual.He rubbed himself. At halftime, the cheerleaders from ESP came to our side for what was called a good-will or good-sportsmanship cheer. They were outfitted with USC-like gear, all in white, not as many pleats in their skirts, white sweaters with ESPHS on the chest, and white panties--- yes, panties. Not spankies. Panties. The school district had rules but ESPHS cheerleaders had skirts that were too short to flaunt that they wore panties while every other school’s cheerleaders wore spankies They all had shiny.