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The idea of having sex with a teen girl still is at the forefront of my mind even though my school days are far behind me. They have such tight little asses and perky tits that I can never forget how wonderful it was to lay on my bed and dream of fucking the head cheerleader. I always fantasized how it would start. First we would chat. I would tell her that she was beautiful. "You should be a model" I would say. This would make her sit up straight and thrust her breasts out against her tight sexy sweater. Perhaps her legs would part just a little at the thought of her strutting down a models runway. "Do you mind if I take your picture." I would ask. She would blush a little and nod her head. With the camera in hand I would move around her as she sat on the bed. "Thrust you tits out." I would say. The blush would deepen but she would comply. "Lay down and look dreamy". As she stretched out on the bed her cute little skirt would hike up to mid thigh. As she moved her hand to pull it down it would meet mine. With a gentle pat I would shoo her hand away and move the skirt up. Not so far as to show her panties. but close...real close. I would chat all the time I snapped pics. Soon the room would seem to warm to the point that she really became uncomfortable in the sweater and was easily persuaded to pull it off. Shy at first she lay down on her belly. I snapped a few pics and then reached over and unsnapped her bra. Startled by my fingers trailing down her smooth back, she soon relaxed, and I moved the bra straps to the side. She sat up then facing me with her arms across her breasts holing the bra cups in place. Her lips curled into a smile that told me she knew that she would soon be nude and spread for the camera....