the second hardest part of being principal of the most elite and prestigious girls-only prep school in the country was watching all of those hot, tight little teenagers of all colors, shapes, and sizes. every day they strolled down the hallways in their black pleated skirts, flashing glimpses of flesh between their hems and their regulation thigh-high socks – or the backless swimsuits the swim team wore as they practiced, powerful shoulder and back muscles glistening in the pool water…
and in today’s case, watching the cheerleaders cheer on the basketball team, the aching dichotomy between the hard, athletic bodies of the girls bouncing and running on the court vs the lithe, slender cheerleaders with their tiny tiny skirts and their toned, firm asses and their pert teenaged breasts aching to be let out of their gold-and-black crop tops. acres of luscious abs, creamy thighs, and the occasional peek of taut ass cheeks as the girls went through their routine.