Pete explained about thecheerleading tryouts and she burst out laughing."You two? Cheerleading?" She asked between breaths. Pete and I pouted."I'm sor...ry," she said seeing the looks on our faces but I can't imagineyou two on the sidelines."I opened my mouth to argue but then I got distracted as I spotted her,Lana Lang.Over by the parking lot, I saw her get out of her car. As usual she waswearing the school's varsity jacket which consisted of red and yellowcolours. She was the real reason that I. She was dressed in a mini red skirt, and a see-trough. I could notice her 36C breasts and soon after that my cock begun to rise.We went to the bar, had few tequilla shots, and after that i asked her if she would like to come in my hotel room for a few more vodka shots and for some smart chat. I couldnt even finish my sentence and she already agreed, so we took a cab and went into my room.After few more shots and some smart talk, i couldn stop starring at the breasts..they were so ferm, and my. She stirred with the reaction of a sentinel not wanting to give up the secrets of her sacred treasure too quickly to the barbarian hordes of masculine desire. It was an easy task to sense her underlying need to be explored in a way that underscored her base instincts to get down and dirty in the arms of a complete stranger. We both knew it absolved us from any recital of insincere promises releasing our coupling from the tiring emotions of binding love and devotion. I pressed into her soft. "You didn't try to hide the fact that you altered the painting after we last saw it, but that was more panic than honesty." Peter and Meagan huddled and whispered while making gestures with both hands. Finally Meagan said out loud, "That sounds fair."So, what's the verdict?" Debbie asked."We'll pose, but you have to bring that paining back in here so we can see the new, um ... enhanced, version of the painting Mrs. D," Peter explained."Oh, that's a relief. You guys had me so worried. I promise.