The big game is this Saturday, and the girls will be there to cheer our boys to victory. The school is putting everyone in a motel for that night. You...r sister asked if you can go, and I think it’s a great idea. The least you can do is show your sister moral support.”My thoughts are anything but moral. I’ve been spotted at cheerleader tryouts in the past, and Mom knows of my fetish for girls in short skirts. I’m not there because of a love for football. Mom wants me to go with my sister, and I. My tongue presses gently on your head. Are you getting close, honey? I can see your flat stomach fluttering, your breathing shallow. If I run my tongue around your engorged head, gently, slowly, will that help? Let's try, shall we? My lips rest on the tip as my fingers continue to stroke you as softly as I can. One hand drops to gently squeeze those balls, not too hard, just enough to help raise you to boiling point. Oh, here it comes, I can always tell when it's about to happen. I can see you. Gérard was only a so-so sword and knife fighter but he was an expert wrestler and in the end more than one of the invaders found himself flipped into the sea before he’d had a chance to swing his weapon. Beyond a scratch or two Gérard had emerged unscathed. Two crewmembers were not so lucky. One had been killed immediately, and the second died of his wounds two days after the battle.Now, Gérard realized, these two carried some kind of firearm far smaller and possibly deadlier than the muskets. Unbuttoning my shirt, I flung it across the room while stepping carefully out of my skirt, now in a heap on the floor, leaving me in only my bra and panties. I climbed on top of him and removed my bra, cupping his head with my hands as I began to straddle him. Pressing my lips against his, I gently pushed open his mouth with my tongue to allow me to explore the inside of his mouth at my leisure, moaning as I let my tongue probe deeper. Moving my hips slowly against him, I shifted until I could.