Joanne returned her attention to my nipples, her mouth on my left one and my right one between the fingers of her right hand as she stared at my face,... watching for the start of my orgasm. Then she brought her left hand up and showed it to me. It was wet with her juices. Never taking her gaze from my face, she moved her hand into my wife's open mouth. Connie began sucking on her fingers and that was it.I yanked down on Connie's hips as I drove up with all my strength, causing a loud clap as our. I was at one with them. Why on earth was I reacting this way? I was a sensitive boy, not a girl, so I should only like boy’s wear. I didn’t have time to linger over this dilemma. Mrs. Jones was on a mission and soon had me dressed as a schoolgirl; camisole, white blouse, half-slip, and a navy knee length pleated skirt, all finished off with white socks and Mary Jane shoes. Once she fitted me with a medium length wig, I could at a distance have passed muster as a schoolgirl, but anyone close at. So warm. She starts to awkwardly bounce while I go back and forward. The lust is too much for any rational thought. I don't care if any one can see us. My hands squeeze her ass harder, her breath quickens, turning more and more into moans rather than normal exhaling. With one hand, I free her other breast and my head burrows between her chest while I thrust into her. Tits bouncing, I try maddingly to suck and lick them as the train stops and we almost fall with the momentum. There is a guy. I had just always wanted to be a male cheerleader andmy school didn't allow men on the cheer team for some reason.Someone tapped me on the shoulder. I must have spaced out because Ididn't hear anyone come up behind me. It was my girlfriend, Jane. She'sthe sweetest girl in the world. She always supported my interest incheering and would come sit with me to watch the team. She had been onthe team the prior year and always enjoyed it, but needed to focus on heracademics this year, so she.