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A CD Cheerleader Experience
I didn't know what it would feel like, but I had to find out. So, eagerly, on the morning my mother and father left for the trip I went for my stash. Secretly, for nearly a month, I had begun to collect clothing of various types, including panties and a cheerleading outfit. These were the favored items in the old dryer. I locked all the doors and pulled the shades down, to ensure no one could see inside the house. I snuck quietly to the basement, as if someone was around to hear me. I...