Her hair was nice silky shoulder length, light brown hair with natural blond highlights in it. Unfortunately, for every bit she attractive she is, she...is more than equally annoying. A person who wears on you fast due to her annoying habit of competing in class - a high B student who works for every percent she gets. She talks non-stop, and can’t help but brag about herself in every conversation.I suppose I should describe myself a little too - in many ways I was the opposite of Sarah. While. Angel was a few months older than me, but we,d be classmates as seniors at the local high school and would likely travel to games together as she was an experienced cheerleader and planned to try out for the position once school restarted. I played trombone in the band so automatically played at games and most athletics meets. It seemed Angel and I hit it off well as we were soon chatting like life long friends and confiding things we,d not discuss even with our parents or siblings. Angel,s. "Here we go," he said.His wife took the position on hands and knees. "Grease me up, Jack," she said. "We may as well get going." She still didn't believe that he was going to satisfy her this way. They'd argued about it often before that it seemed like a dream come true to her that he was actually going to fuck her up the asshole. He smiled because he knew what she was thinking.He greased up his cock and then spread a healthy amount of the grease along her asscrease. The spreading buttocks. What I want to do is kick his high school ass! But—well, I just don't know," said Belinda."You know, Bell, I didn't want to say it; but, well, I think that is exactly what you should do. Not physically of course. But, well, verbally. Be frank with him. Tell him like it is. Let him know that you will always be grateful, and more than grateful for him risking his life for you, but tell him he needs to grow up." Yes, I think you have a point. Yes, indeed, a very good point," said Belinda."Hey.