“Sit down, you look tired.”He removed his bomber jacket and sat down in one of the two easy chairs that the lounge possessed.She moved over and pa...ssed him his drink, placing hers on the coffee table beside him, and then curled to sit at his feet her head resting against his knee.“You look tired too Terry”, his hand stroking her hair, he passed her drink to her.“No not really, I’ve been on the laptop. Pearl called, we’ve agreed on the plan for the villa. She’s already organised clearing the. He would be transfixed on the sight of her long, slim legs swinging up and down. He wanted all of this. He pictured himself doing all sorts of cheerleader things. He envisioned himself in uniform, fixing his makeup, hanging out with other cheerleaders, and most of all, his fantasies included being pumped by Candice while he was dressed that way. She was wearing a football uniform in these fantasies. She was strong, forceful and very masculine. It was just like he was a real cheerleader, dating. Now, I’m not quite sure it’s clean. My mentor (mentor??!! What the...?!?) told me how to get it clean…but…mmmmmmm…sniff it…sniff my ass and make sure it’s clean. Sniff my ass, daddy.”I leaned in and placed my nose a hair’s width away from Nikki’s asshole and slowly inhaled her ass aroma.“Well?”“It’s clean, mommy.”“Wrong answer.”I rested my nose on her asshole and sniffed: “You’re asshole is clean mommy.”“WRONG answer.”God knows how long Nikki was being mentored and by whom-she sure as hell. Capturing her blood engorged clit between my lips, I held it, sucking it like a tiny finger, my tongue lavishing the surface of it even as I did so, thrumming it, stroking it, somehow holding on to it as she thrashed, now bouncing about almost wildly. Only when her hands came down to rest themselves on my head did I sense her signal, the all too sweet tenderness settling in. And even then, I didn't part from her, the faintest, lightest touch of my tongue tip, still connected to her, resting.