“Oh,” I added, almost nonchalantly. As Jared’s confidence waned, mine grew. I was in control, now. “And Hailey?”The buxom blonde cheerleader... looked back at me, a combination of confusion and nervousness in her expression.“I think it’s best if we let Jared go home alone. We don’t want him venting his frustration at you, do we?” I was leaning casually, one shoulder against the doorframe, as I lowered my hands and hooked my thumb into the waistband of my sweatpants. With a tug, I pulled them down. My pussy was already wet, partly from what I was feeling against me and fantasizing about fucking and sucking, and also partly from the pure energy of the reggae beat as it pounded through my body.The music switched to a slightly slower but still hypnotic beat and I swung my ass from side to side grinding deeper as I reached behind and pulled his hands to my breasts with my own and squeezed his hands on my tits showing him what I wanted him to do while I mashed his bulge into a more solid pole. She next stood up and put on her garter belt. She attached the stockings to the garter making sure I was getting a good show. She next covered up her luscious breasts with that black lacy bra. It seamed a little small for her but it enhanced her bosom, I wasn’t going to argue if the popped out. She walked over to the suitcase and pulled out her black strappy stiletto heals. They were at least 4”, maybe 5”. It wasn’t the tallest heals I ever saw her wear. She bent over in front me placing. You caught us. The militia doesn't have running vehicles or electricity. The leaders don't think having those things is good. That's why they attack El Paso. Also, they need women. Rick was wrong to attack you but neither of us gets to be with women. We don't have enough rank. Women don't have status with the group."I said, "They do here and where I'm from. How many men are in the militia?"He answered, "Just over a hundred. Almost half were impressed like my brother and me." Okay, now if we set.