Brittany turned back to him, pivoting, like the cheerleader she was, on one foot. "Because of all the rumors that it's haunted, god, why else. Brad, t...lk to your brother." Spinning back around, Brandon thought he could see her panties as her pleated skirt swirled. She skipped a couple steps and caught up with her best friend, Ginger.Brandon ogled both of the senior cheerleaders. Brittany, his older brother's girlfriend, was the head cheerleader, and a snotty one at that. But, the 5'5 blonde. Bonnie grabbed the jar of Vaseline as he carried her to her bedroom, penis buried deep within her tunnel. She was kissing at his cheek, his cock felt so good in her, he was stretching her wide. He lifted her up off of his cock, and it slipped out of her sloppy cunt with a ‘slurp’. Bonnie was gasping for breath as Jeff dropped her on the bed, the Vaseline falling from her hand. Heart pounding, she got on her hands and knees, raising her ass upwards towards her brother. He looked longingly at. She wore a pair of navy blue jeans, with a white top and a smart blue jacket. "Er, yeah, hi I'm Dylan, you must be my roommate for the year," I said, looking at her, smiling a smile most girls couldn't resist. "Great! I'm Alison, but people call me Ali," said Ali, holding her timetable in one hand, her bag over one shoulder, and her suitcase behind her. "Well come in," I said, offering to help her with her bags. I showed her which bed was hers, and she put her bag down on it. "So," she said,. I sat in the dark for a moment, feeling the cold metal cage against my forehead. I laboriously crawled around the bottom of the crate, feeling above my head for the door catch. Luckily I was close and sprang the hinge, pushing the door inward. Standing up in the door of the Time Machine, I turned on my flashlight and took my first look at Brantwell's most miraculous invention. The Time Machine looked like a wire mesh sphere with a silver metal birdbath in the middle.Using the project files, I.