“Hard to defend yourself when they hit you from behind,” he said.“They? There was more than one?” I asked, surprised.“Yeah ... two. Reggie a...d some other guy I didn’t really get a good look at. I was too busy trying to keep from getting killed.”“You going to be here for a while?” Sharon wondered.“Yeah ... at least another week. Then, I’ll be home for a while before I can get back to school. It sucks just lying here.”“So ... it was Reggie who did this to you?” I confirmed.“Yeah. I told the. I didn’t turn red.“Wanda, I just told you that--”“Yeah, yeah,” Wanda rolled her eyes. I was not prepared for her to shout, “Connie! C’mere!”Kia immediately stepped back. Connie, Renée and clutch of other cheerleaders in civilian clothes looked confused. Connie saw me, grabbed Renée’s arm and walked over. Renée was kept purposefully on my side.“Hi Connie, Hi Renée,” I greeted them.“Hey Dean,” She said with a slow calculated decision. I saw her fingers squeeze Renée’s arm. Renée’s yellow. How about you?" I'm good too." They laughed nervously."It's nice in here. It's been really hot out." Yeah. Humid too." So who do you know? How did you get here? I mean who invited you?" Oh, I'm friends with Becky Thatcher," she said enthusiastically. "How about you?" Oh, my cousin Jim Jones was dating Becky's cousin's roommate Annie Williams." Wow, what an amazing coincidence," she said excitedly."Yeah, wow," he gushed."What do you do," she asked?"I'm a baggage checker at the airport," he. His hands roamed my body. I moaned at his touch, so glad we was teaching me how to lap dance My pussy clenched and tingled as his strong, big hands caressed me. He rubbed my thighs, massaged my stomach in circles, and squeezed my big titties.“Oh, yes, I love lap-dancing,” I gasped as his dark fingers rolled my fat, pink nipples. The pleasure shot down to my pussy. I shuddered and clenched my butt-cheeks on his thick cock, humping him faster and faster. “So good.”“Damn, you are a slut,” he.