Since the school’s mascot was a roaring lion, the cheerleaders started calling themselves the Lionesses. Her tongue slid along the shaft, curling around and brushing the head, stroking the fire burning in my balls. Xxnx Ursula jumped and spun around, crimson spotting her cheeks. I couldn’t see what was happening with her pleated skirts in the way, but Marybeth was moaning like a banshee. She was warm and wet, and I started fucking her pie hole. I whispered, “How’d you like Ursula munchin’ on your rug?”
She glanced back at me, an excited twinkle in her green eyes. “We’re lucky we convinced Princ’pal Schneider to let us keep practicin’.”
Kelly flushed and the girls started the next routine. I started walking amongst them, admiring their breasts filling out their tops, or the way their pleated skirts fell on their asses.
