‘Why?’ Ashley asked. ‘None of us really like her that much. We can’t keep her away from the pool or school, but she’s such a wuss. Besides, ...hat trailer park’s just awful, we’re scared to go there.’ ‘It would be the Christian thing to do,’ Hoot observed. The other old men nodded their heads gravely in agreement. ‘No way,’ Sharibeth whined. ‘Like Ashley said, it’s too scary out there and we don’t like her that much anyway. She’ll be all right, I guess.’ ‘Well, I’m sorry to hear that, but I guess. Admit it, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”“Yes ... sir!” Miles grumbled as he confessed his true feelings.By now, Tanya was too far gone to stop herself from her release. I could feel every stroke as the policeman and I used her holes. At last, she came quite loudly and I shot my load into her tight booty, while the detective emptied his balls into her fine snatch. I pulled out, ran to the john, pissed, washed my cock and my hands, and returned to find a third guy kneeling to lick the cum. —The clan—Brian Frost: Senior; not quite eighteen, 5'6" tall and physically fit; one of the oldest in his class because of his October 5 birthday; always the littlest guy in class, his friends still tower over him, but they trust him more than anything.Rhonda Gordon: Senior; seventeen, preacher's daughter. 5'5" brunette, upturned nose, green eyes; now lives in Evansville and no longer communicates with the group—mostly.Rose Davis: Senior; seventeen; blonde bombshell; shortest in group at 5'1";. "Get outta all that gear," he told her, "and come on back inside. We'll have a piece of your mother's peach pie, and talk some more to Freddie, here."When the two of us were alone and heading back into the house, Bill Bowman lowered his voice conspiratorially, even though there was no one there to overhear us. "You got a long ways to go, Freddie Bartholomew," he said."Brumbelow," I corrected. What was it with people wanting to call me Bartholomew? I figured I'd better pretty soon look that guy.