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That’s weird for my mom…but, since I had the go ahead, I wasn’t going to miss the time I was going to spend with Jessi. Surprisingly, the week flew by. Of course cheerleading practice was much different. Cori left me alone, but it was the non-verbal interaction I had with Jessi that made it incredible. Twice she flashed her pussy to me while we were sitting on the benches. She definitely was acting different to me and it felt great. In group, discussions were normal, but in more private settings she was like a k** in a candy store. Saturday afternoon I met up with Jessi and we headed to her house. She was dressed in our cheerleading outfit. I guess she was planning on practicing or something. ‘My mom is still home. She won’t mind us.’ We were in the kitchen getting a drink when her mom walked by totally naked. I didn’t catch the front view, but I did see the rear view. If I didn’t know it was Jessi’s mom, she could have passed for a high school girl. Her ass was very firm and had.

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