One of these days, I might not be so lucky.Again, I had squatted down so that I could look for feet moving along the ground. No matter how skilled a p...erson was in moving through brush without leaving a marker, he could do nothing about having to stand on the ground. Ah, I had been correct about somebody using my powder smoke to track me—in fact, there were two sets of feet moving in my direction, and they were not very far away.One was close enough to warrant taking a shot at him. I could not. "But he wouldn't. Said he didn't want to lick me when I was full of his own cum. That it was gross." I hoped you stopped sucking him." It was a Christmas present," I answered. "Anyway, once I'd finished I asked him about it. Asked him if he'd ever tasted his sperm." They all do. At least once," Nikki said authoritatively. "I read about it in Cosmo or somewhere." He denied it at first. But then finally admitted it. Said he just wanted to know what it was like. But that he'd only done it once!. She really didn't want them to throw her out, so she'd have to work very hard to make them happy.Eddie came over and stroked her hair. It was real nice, and she looked up at him and smiled. "Missing your family?" She nodded, feeling tears in her eyes. "Anytime, any of us will give you a hug, okay? Even that old grump over there", he said, indicating his dad. "We're trying to imagine what it must be like for you, and I can't."In the middle of the afternoon, Wal drove them back to the house.. All was well at Broadfield until one Autumn day when a new lad named Jay Whistler suddenly showed up, (a late enrollee or perhaps transferred from another school?).Nobody really knew. As everyone was settled in their social circles, he went unapproached for the first few weeks.Then one day on a spontaneous shopping run into Laketown, the nearest populated area, Chad Westbrooke the school quarterback, the tall blonde stallion and social powerhouse of the school ran into Jay at Hanson's.