Thosewere the months when the school's athletic department would payto have the cheerleader uniforms dry cleaned. Oh JOY! I wouldput on uniform afte... uniform, jump up and down, and walk aroundthe back of the cleaners. Only a few were able to fit me, but Iknew by the girls' sizes which ones to retrieve. I tried tofigure up how many uniforms I had tried on by the time Igraduated high school and came to over 15. Some were one piece,other two. Some were for cool weather and others for hot. . He whispers back that I will find all Jake's men are disease free and as I am already pregnant, there is no need for birth control. He tells me that as he runs his cock as deep as he can go inside me. Since he came just a bit ago, he has no urgent need to come again and I am getting a thorough fucking. My knees are up by my head and he is ramming into me non-stop. I cum and cum again. He is talking trash to me, telling me I am their whore, they own my ass. But it doesn't upset me, it gets me. This time, though, Zak had shown restraint and shot his victim in the leg instead of outright killing him. "You got our water, now leave us alone!" one of the bums said rushing to the aid of his bleeding friend, covering up the bloodied leg with a tattered rag. "You've done enough damage here, haven't you?" The wounded old man chuckled a bit between grimaces, and said,"So, you didn't kill me . . . You let old Preacher Jack live, did you? . . . If you didn't have weapons I'd learn you proper .. I arrived an hour early, but so did Sister Agnes. Apparently she was just as anxious as I was to do it. We spent a few minutes looking over the notes that she had made about her upbringing, her education, and her expectations for the future.Then she posed in her full habit for pictures. I talked her into posing with her head uncovered to show off her face and her hair better. Sister Agnes had beautiful hair to match her beautiful face.With a little more pleading I got her to remove her jacket.