"What the heck is that supposed to mean?" Look, I really don't care what you and your little group of lesbo weirdo's think of me. Those damn Cheerlead...rs weren't out there busting their asses during the 97 degree heat while we ran our summer drills! They weren't going home with bruises the size of baseballs, or limping with muscle pulls that would cripple anyone else. I didn't see them running the track to get ready for the 4th quarter, or feeling your lungs burn for water and air. Where the. But we need to know what the Germans are up to.’ ‘I can’t tell you what else we’re doing, but you are not the only one keeping any eye on the Germans,’ Sacha said. ‘Won’t the others think less of me?’ she asked. That much was true. Some of the girls who voluntarily consorted with the Germans were outcast from their families and communities for fraternising with the enemy, even though it often brought favour or extra rations from the occupiers. ‘They probably will,’ Sacha conceded. ‘But when. She tipped her head back against my chest and let me gently squeeze her breasts and kiss her shoulders. ‘Don’t forget you owe me a backrub,’ she sighed as she turned around, naked but for her stockings and shoes. ‘But at the moment, a backrub is not what I want and you have too many clothes on,’ she said as placed random kisses on my chest, working first my belt loose and then slipping the catch and zipper on my pants. I caught her chin in my hand and kissed her as I forced my shoes off my. Old Donnie changed after that, stopped pretending, started wearing more feminine clothes, even at school, at home he would dress all slutty, thigh highs, leather micro mini, big blonde wig, looked like his piggy mother, that idea was quick in comming. The picture of Donald, all tarted up, his naturally slutty mother, gangbanging a room full of guys was very stimulatimg, to say the least. First I wanted to get Theresa to fuck a bunch of my friends, this could put me in the high school stud hall.