Theinside of the locker had a few pictures taped to it.A picture of Christina and Cindy at a football game. Christina wasdressed in the marching band ...uniform and Cindy was dressed in hercheerleading uniform. It was likely taken recently since Cindy's afreshman this year.There was also a prom picture of Christina at what looks like the JuniorProm. I didn't recognize the boy standing next to her. I went to theJunior prom with a fellow marching band member. She had hinted heavilythat it was a. It didn’t matter. What we needed to have happen was for them to not have left a man behind to spring the trap with us going this way. Of course we would not know if they did or didn’t until we got there. That was the one unknown in the plan.They regrouped and started to chase after us. We had gotten through town when five riders were coming fast toward us. We yelled out about shooing their horses as we got close again, and they parted just like the others. Their partners in crime came up behind. “Looks good, doesn’t it,” her young lover remarked upon noticing her glance.“Mmm hmm,” she moaned around him, and then took him deeper.He grunted and groaned from her efforts, and entwined his fingers in her long, dark hair. She took him deep, croaking when the head invaded her throat, but never letting him escape her mouth. She sucked him hard and fast, dribbling spittle down her chin, and reveling in the burst of flavor when he oozed pre-cum. Inevitably, when his pleasure mounted, his hips. I heard the ding from the microwave, and went to get my food. I devoured the whole dish in less than five minutes, as I flipped through all the different channels on TV, struggling to find something I wanted to watch. After a few minutes, I settled on a programme about skate parks and how dangerous they can really be; it was a load of shit. When it finished, I had nothing else to do, so I decided to go and take a nap. I went upstairs, and passed my step-sister’s room to see she wasn’t home, so.