"It's not just that," Terri, one of the cheerleaders said. "If you went as many times as you said you did, you have to realize you used, probably over...used, muscles that you'd never really exercised before."Several of the girls snorted in disbelief and Terri leaned in, speaking in earnest. "No really girls, think about it. If you don't do any of our routines during the summer, and don't get a lot of exercise, remember what it's like the first week of practice?" This brought groans of remembrance. He placed a hand on her smooth thigh, with his hand inching higher towards her pussy.Within minutes they arrived at the front gate of his parents home.He parked momentarily and turned to her, reaching across and slipping the thin spaghetti straps off her shoulders. Using a crooked finger he dragged the top down exposing her nice rounded breasts and their pale pink areola and nipples.“Beautiful ... simply stunning” he commented before resuming a slow snails pace entry down the long driveway and. ..The feel of it against your lips, the firmness as it slowly disappears into your mouth, your tongue felling the texture and stiffnessEnjoying roaming hands as they caress your thighs, getting so close to your lips, teasing milking your pussy as juices can be felt by you leaking out. Gliding your lips back up the shaft to the head of that hard cock feeling the rim of it on your lips as it pops out. Keeping it in the crease of your lips lightly sucking the nectar from that cock causing it to. Again, the programming on those tapes seemed to be there at my beck andcall and it wouldn't LET me get worried! IT told me that this was okayand not weird or perverted at all. It was just a job, and when the jobwas done, I'd be right back to being Jim. IT told me just how to moveand how to act. All I had to do was relax and let IT have most of thecontrol over my body and thoughts.Now, don't get me wrong here. The programming WASN'T "taking me over"like some kind of science fiction, mind control.