"Jesus Christ," he said softly. "You're some cocksucker, sweet bitch!"

He pulled her onto the bed beside him and began to caress her titties.

"Damn," he said. "You look like a little girl I knew back in school. A cheerleader. I tried nine years and couldn't get into her panties."

"I was a cheerleader," Carolyn admitted.

"You look like the type," he said.

Carolyn knew something that would excite him and she pulled away.

"Where are you going?" he asked. "I haven't finished with you."

"Just a second," she said. "I'll show you something."

She hurried out of the room and down to the basement. She found the old uniform tucked away in one of the old chests. She could still wear it for she'd put it on only a few weeks before for Bobby's benefit.

Bobby also had a thing about cheerleaders.

She came back upstairs and quickly changed her clothes. She wiped the lipstick off her mouth and then surveyed herself in the mirror. Except for her womanly titties she looked like a sixteen year old pom-pom girl.

She heard him gasp when she walked back into the room.

"I thought you might like me in my old outfit," she said.

"It looks nice, baby," he said. "Why don't you do me a couple of cheers?"

She didn't remember them very well but she did one that she thought was the easiest.

This guy really did have a thing for cheerleaders. His cock was growing again.

"Come here," he said.

She sat down on the bed and he ran both his hands under her sweater to cup her tits. He massaged them until she felt them starting to swell with lust.

"Ummm," she moaned. "That feels good."

He took his hands out of her sweater.