See?" Just then the doctor and the morgue attendant walked in. The doctor nearly passed out looking at me. "Geez do I look like a zombie or something?..." I said trying to lighten the mood. Once the doctor regained composure he talked quietly to the nurse. She rarely spoke back mostly just nodded or shook her head. After 5 tense minutes he walks over to me and says "Mister Scott, what do you remember?" I racked my brain for a few minutes and in very short detail told them about my encounter with. ‘I wish I’d known that sooner,’ she said. ‘Some colleges offer scholarships for cheerleaders.’ She shook her head again and made her blond tresses quiver. ‘Given the level of skill you have, I might have been able to help you get one.’ ‘That’s…that’s OK,’ Dianna said. They continued the trip home. When they arrived in town, Miss Conklin asked if Dianna minded stopping at her apartment before she took her home. The young woman didn’t mind and said so. At her coach’s suggestion, Dianna went in. It fell down to the floor. I lowered her panties down and gently touched her cunt-hole. It was wet and I felt slight warmth inside it. Her eyes are now closed and she bit her lips moaning gently. I turned my attention fully to her pussy. I inserted my two fingers and slowly stroke caressing her nipples. Her boobs were round like a big jelly and her nipples about the size of a black-grape.I bent down on my knees. Holding her back with my hands, I kissed her pussy entrance, rubbed my lips over. This was plenty cheap and instead of dickering I made it clear that tips above the base rate were in order for good service. Pay up front and $5 or $10 more after the act. It was all potluck at first. The good whores would get right to work, freeing up their tits and pants as they took you into their mouths. The skill levels were all over the place. Some were novices. Some were accomplished cocksuckers. Occasionally one was so inept (immediately evident) that I'd pull out, zip up, and send her.