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Natalie came back just as the first bell rang and they all had to get to class. She handed Zane his phone and told him she would text him her address. The group broke up and off to classes they adorable went. Why the insanity? Zane was loving the fact that this was actually working. When Carly first explained her plan to him he thought it might work. Maybe one or two of the girls would get a little flirty with him and if he was lucky, he could pick his favorite one and bang her brains out, but this was crazy. Carly was right, they were all over him. He wasn’t going to complain of course, but he didn’t really understand why they all wanted this so bad. Zane was one of those jocks who never really considered cheerleading a sport. Yes, the girls were gorgeous to look at, especially in their tight little skirts. It was also fun to have them on the sidelines at the games cheering, and even better if you could lure one into your bed, but come on, really? That’s not really a sport. What Zane didn’t understand was that even being on the cheer amateur squad at their school was very prestigious. Their japanese cheer squad did a lot more than cheer at football games. They competed in state, regional, and even national tournaments. And they won. A LOT. Their school was very well known for producing national champions year after year. That meant, among other things, scholarships. Yes, for cheerleading. Even full rides to some major universities. Being on this squad looked great to college teams. Being captain of the squad looked even better. So yes, the competition was fierce. Lunch Zane got to lunch and was quickly joined by Carly and Sara. They were both eager to tell all the things they had already heard just that morning. They were as excited by all this as he was. The rumor of Zane and Chloe was not just among the cheerleaders any longer but was now circulating throughout the entire freshman class. Zane still denied everything. “I gave her a ride home, that’s all” As the two girls quickly related a few of the things that they had heard some of the junior girls whispering in class or in the hallways, Zane’s phone began to buzz, incoming text message. When he picked it up to answer, his mouth dropped open and he almost dropped the phone. Staring back at him from his phone was Natalie, her shirt open showing her tits. Carly quickly grabbed the phone and was just as shocked as Zane. She sat there staring at it until Sara yanked it out of her hands. Apparently when Natalie ran off to the bathroom that morning she not only put her phone number in his phone, she put a picture to go with it. In fact she put a few pictures in it! They checked and found three more photos of Natalie with her asian shirt opened, or off, showing what she had to offer. In the last, she had her shirt off AND her pants undone, showing just a little of her tiny chinese white panties. You'll even do this?” I told her I was not sure if I could trust her not to tell if I let her go. “I guess the only way we can prove this is with medical testing. He watched her walk over and stand in front of Tyshawn. He sat across from her and took a nervous sip of his ale. The binder was stuffed with sketches, drawings, diagrams, and copious notes, all related to the project. We sit around eating and enjoying each other’s company. Ava groaned, her body shuddering while Greta pulled down her dress. Once we were all dry, amateur we headed back into the bedroom to climb japanese into the sleep bed. The only difference from the first time was that it was her stomach, not her back, that ended up covered chinese in cum. No thanks, I’d rather describe it in my own way. The next morning there was a knock on the door right at 8:30. I can see the pain in her face is fading in each thrust. Jon ordered his and just as I was about to ask for a lager he switched the vibe on. Like asian James Bond. adorable So, over the next number of years, the actions of this agent (or crew as they knew) lessened over time until after twenty years it just disappeared. He was a lean man with firm muscles, looking like a pro swimmer or runner, not some hulking bodybuilder. Roger. He had only read and fantasized about women who could come again and again like this. Then she looked at me, her eyes wide. “We are here to speak with Drake Titus.” I responded. "First off, I'll be needing this!" Amanda closes her eyes again humiliated. by Vanessa Evans “Benny!” It was Zach. We also watched as she recruited others to play out her fantasies.