She was head cheerleader and for a very good reason. She was drop dead gorgeous! The girls had inherited her beauty, blond hair and light skin. I am r...ather swarthy and dark haired as many Saudi-Arabians are, but my own mother was an American slave of my fathers. He also favored blondes and this had increased the odds the girls would be beautiful and blonde. I had found Cherie’s name in the college newspaper and bribed a clerk I knew at the college to get her phone number and address. I called. "Going to stay here and help out," she replied.Breakfast was fine, although Nancy still gave the impression of being about to bolt whenever I so much as looked at her and I just hoped that Gwen and Jenny could get her to the stage of being secure around me.Afterwards I slung my shotgun on my shoulder and also handed Laurel the crossbow and a quiver of quarrels for it, including a bag of alternative tips."Planning on trouble?" she asked."Not really but pest control is part of my job too," I. "I didn't mean tonight, silly. I meant is he the guy at the top of thelist."I sure as hell didn't want to see Tasha's lineup of potential loverswithin my mind, so I simply nodded."You go girl. He's hot--even if he's stuck on himself."I wanted to defend Mike. Mike was my bro, and he wasn't nearly as shallowas these girls seemed to think--at least to me. But, then again, I hadknown him since we were eight. We had thrown rocks at trains together,played video games, and all kinds of backyard. Her fingers were just barely able to wrap around my meat as she slowly worked my cock to its most existed state it had ever been. I guess she had just rubbed some lotion on herself because her hand was still moist and cool from hand cream and the just taken shower. As she slowly worked my shaft, I leaned over and ran my left hand down her back to the insides of her fine ass and slowly rubbed down until I reached her asshole. The fact that I hadn’t shot my entire wad into her face by now.