Trish needs help with a cheer
From Torg Adventure
Dave opened to the door and found Trish standing on the porch. She wore a tight cheerleader sweater and short skirt, showing off her great figure. Her honey-blonde hair was in two braids on either side of her head. She smiled, saying, "Hey, Dave. I need some help with a cheer. Can you help me out?" She had her pom-poms in her hands.
"Sure, come on in, Trish." Dave waved her inside the house. She had never asked him for help and rarely spoke to him, so Dave was very happy. She trotted in, which bounced her full breasts around quite a bit in her top.
She looked around the foyer to the house. "Ooo, that looks perfect in there. The ceiling is high enough." She led him into the living room, which had tall vaulted ceilings.
Dave stuck the bone in the waistband of his boxers, hoping the skin contact was all he needed.
"First, let's do some warm-ups, okay?" Trish began stretching and her sweater rode up, revealing her tight flat stomach. Then she bent over, stretching to the floor, showing off her firm round ass. Dave followed suit, but couldn't keep his eyes off of Trish's body. When she jogged in place, he just watched her tits bouncing all over her chest.
"Now, the part I need help with are my lifts. You lift me up and then throw me up in the air.
Though she was petite, Dave didn't think he was strong enough to do what she wanted without hurting himself. He slipped the wishbone from his boxers and hid it in his hand. He took a step over to her and put his hands on her waist, bone stuck between his fingers.
"I'm not sure I can throw you around like that. I'm not strong enough," he said, hoping that she'd take the bait.
"Oh, Dave. You're strong enough. I know you are." She smiled at him.
Dave felt his muscles get bigger. The definition on his biceps was more pronounced and his abs firmed up under his shirt. It worked! All the wishbone needed was skin contact. He hugged her and stood back, putting the bone back in his shorts.
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