Just like you.-jen-----------------------------------------------------------21Oct08*Tell me again why I was supposed to be a cheerleader?*Oh, yes. I ...have friends who are still guys. Guys who want proof that I'm a girl.It's not like I need proof that I'm a girl. The identity police still come calling every month like clockwork just to see if I have the requisite plumbing for them to "palp" (lovely gynecological word, that, palp, almost like "pulp", which is what it leaves me feeling like--try. Got out her black leather mini skirt, sheer black thigh highs, black french bra, semi sheer white silk blouse and 4" open toe black heels, she came back as Stan and I were talking, he asked if he could say hi to her handed her the phone and they talked, she told him yes she understands why we are coming up and she is hot to see him suck Kens cock. Then she said yes you can eat me, I like that a lot, she was looking at me smiling and winked then said maybe I'll suck your cock, but I thought you. As I entered each time, I raised my head and bit you gently on the nipples. My pleasure was mounting, as I thrust deeper into you, it had been awhile, a long while, since I felt like this. I could feel our hearts thumping as we both became more excited, your arms had gone down beside my thighs, and you were supporting your own weight, as you lowered down further and further, until your pussy was consuming me. You then took control again, controlling your own pleasure, you lowered yourself. It was clear that it was very slick from the anticipation that had been building all morning, and I imagined her fantasizing since last night ... maybe touching herself or even making herself cum ... getting her sweet, pink cunny ready for our planned morning activity.Releasing her tit from my mouth, I returned her growl, “No, no, my sweet, YOU are the animal ... a bitch in heat, to be more precise, based on the feel of your cunt.”Her eyes widened and cheeks flushed.“Tell me the truth ... Were.