You know the next three … they all did it and had “ASS” on their panties while the last three turned and showed “!’ which sorta made me laugh because those three exclamation points looked liked ass cracks over butt holes. My head hurt. Indian Sex One after another, seven high school cheerleaders in skirts and thin panties took turns sitting on my face and triumphing that they were rich girls smothering a West-Sider with their asses and proving their preeminence. I only struggled enough so that later, I would be able to say, “Well, I tried.”
“You girls know exactly what this is about.” She laughed, then yelled, “Get him down!”
Their attack was instant. “Ready?” Olivia asked the others. “You fuckers did this last Spring in track.” She yanked my shirt even harder and my nose was near hers. Was Ricola really that potent? You fucking liar! She said she would have someone give it to me next Friday at the Shake Shack which was on the neutral street that separated the East Side from the West Side.
