She moaned again and again as I pleasured her sensitive spots.My dick was hard again and aching. Continuing with my kisses, I put her legs on my shoul...ders and thrust into her in one push. She was very wet and mushy, but still tight. Her warm pussy lips enveloped my length and dickhead completely. I paused briefly to enjoy the sensation. I bent forward as I fucked her, taking each breast and nipple into my mouth, suckling, and licking as I fucked. She began to push back with me, groaning, I. I slept very well that night. The next morning I was once again sitting across from Robert Zerzinski. Another beautiful woman was leaving as I was arriving. She greeted me with that familiar public face. That polite but distant greeting so common here in Japan. ‘Where were we?’ he asked. ‘The cheerleading squad,’ I reminded him. ‘Ah yes. Right. ‘So the atmosphere at that time was so surreal, that it wasn’t for hours after Katya mentioned the cheerleading squad idea, that it occurred to her. I thought briefly about the perfect cock and balls that had been waiting for me just an hour before, the new and strange sensations of feeling them bend and distort under my relentless dancing feet, and the mental image of the state of his manhood - the two good balls and the damaged cock - which I had managed to build when I paused for a break. I prodded the floor once more to reassure myself he was still there. He was. Again, two distinct lumps, and a longer piece of flesh, feeling rather. She seemed attractive, but I didn't get a good look.For the next several weeks it was the same. I began to look forward to seeing her. I don't know what it was, really. I'm the kind of person who likes routine in his life, and seeing her became part of my routine. We didn't speak, didn't wave, didn't even make eye contact, but I came to want to see her. She became a kind of milepost on my drive home, since I always passed her at roughly the same place.As summer moved into autumn, her attire.