"Uh, Yeah... I did!"

"Yeah..." I admit with a smirk, figuring I'd been caught. "Cute panties..."

Mikaela thanks me with a laugh, and to my surprise leans even further forward! Lindsay and Mikaela had been junior varsity cheer squad members together, whatever that was worth at a prestigious all-white private school, but the blonde demonstrates her agility by holding onto her own ankles and peering up at me from between her spread legs, her reddish-blonde ponytail dangling near the floor. "See anything else you like?"

"Fuck yeah, little girl..." I mumble, taking a few steps forward and reaching out to her raised behind with the hand that isn't already rubbing my big black cock through my sweatpants. I pause barely a foot away from Mikaela, wondering whether there was any stopping me once I make contact with her.

"Golly, Mr Cox, is there anything wrong?" I hear from somewhere close to the floor as I contemplate her buttocks, her voice both seducing and seemingly mocking. I start to get angry, what if this was Lindsay's idea to break up my marriage to her mother and send me back to the ghetto? After all, Mikaela maintained this position even when the skirt starting sliding due to it's own weight and her upside-down position, the garment flipping over within seconds to cover the blonde's back and belly rather than her butt and thighs! My suspicion was only confirmed when she wiggled her butt before his eyes. "After all, you like white girls!"