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Yep, that's me with my pom poms from high school. True confessions - I was a cheerleader.
My parents were visiting recently and every time they come they bring me stuff from their basement so that I can store it in my basement. I now have:
- My Girl Scout sash complete with badges (and a sit-upon!);
- Prom dresses (some of you may remember those God-awful Jessica McClintock Gunny Sax dresses with little flowers and lots of lace that look exactly like your great grandmother's nightgown);
- Gymnastics leotard and hand grips from the 6th grade:
- My rock collection; and, of course,
- My high school pom poms.
There was no uniform in the box, but I'm sure I can be creative and put these to good use for a sexy, fun cheerleader/football star romp.
It's on days like these that I wish my name was Micky..
ReplyDeleteYou can shake your pompoms at me anytime you choose, although I probably wouldn't notice what colour they were :-)
you... cheering... all I can think about is after we had sex three times, is watching you cheer me on to a fourth.. hot.
ReplyDeletePS you so sexy!
Clearing out the basement never sounded like a good idea until now. What else they got down there SS.. I wonder.
ReplyDeletemmmm made me want to fuck u in your cheerleader outfit
ReplyDeletehad to look at the pics four times before i could even find the pom poms...
ReplyDeleteYou don't need a uniform, you could cheer for me dressed just like that :-)
ReplyDeleteNow I don't feel so bad about my parents still holding boxes of my old stuff at their house! Great shots, though I must say that your pom poms aren't my focus here.
ReplyDelete-Jack