No need, you can meet a bitch while facefuckin her mom

When the beautiful cheerleader has dragged the cooler along close enough to the field to see you clearly pumping her mom's face with your dick, her carefree smile is quickly replaced with a scornful, angry scowl. She mutters something to herself and lets the cooler down, stomping her way over to you. She's in fantastic shape and on a mission, but she's still feminine enough to wiggle a little, from her bare, tanned thighs and muscular quads to the tight Varsity halter and sports bra that make her tits bounce up and down as one uni-tit.

You dump a few loads of cum in her mom's warm throat as she approaches, but the cheer mom swallows like a pro and deepthroats your still-hard cock just because it's still there. Unable to turn her head to greet her pissed off daughter, she waves her hand in the general direction of the tables and chairs that need to be set up.

"Woah, um, no thank you, mom. Setup is your job." Her hands on her hips, she huffs a big sigh and looks at your crotch. She just watches you jerking around inside her mother's face, looking indignant about it, and finally says, "I can't believe this bull." She looks up from your facefucking and squints her sparkling blue eyes right into your own. "I guess my mom is such a ... a slut," she whispers it loudly, "that she finds it necessary to fuck around with my fellow students... fans? before even introducing us."

"Oh," you say, extending a hand to shake hers, "I'm David."

"I'm Charlotte," she takes your hand, but you reach instead for her mouth, and stick your fingers between her plump, glossed lips. She puckers around your finger and slurps gently on it.

The coach shakes her head and mutters "runs in the family, I guess," as she lays a bunch of crap out on the table.

"David," says Charlotte, hands back on her hips, her bright blue eyes growing more and more piercing as they search your face, and sometimes your crotch, for a clue as to how to steel your attention from her cockslut mother. "David, are you a student here?"

"No, I used to be."

"Oh yeah? What year?"

"Bitch I don't know that." You pull her mom's head in extra hard and she gurgles just a bit.

"Okay, um, who was the hottest cheerleader when you were here?"

"Oh, that's easy," you say, with an image of the super-tanned, hourglass body and shiny, long, dark hair of ... that one cheerleader. "Actually, I don't remember her name, but I do remember her eyelashes were huge and so were her tits, which were like 36 double Ds, when she graduated." You go on, rattling off vapid descriptions of demeaning or perverse details, and then the hottie Charlotte guesses it.

"Okay, cool, so you're not that much older than me. You're talking about Yelena Asmin, am I right? She would have been dating Freddy or maybe K'Shawn, and she was in charge of the Committee for..."

"Bitch, I don't know stuff like that, but I know she wore a lot of low-waisted pants or something, so you could see her thong straps."

"Yeah, and people called her Yelena Assman because of it. That's her. You really are basically my age." Charlotte just watches you fuck her mom's face for a few seconds and then sighs, "but I guess it's telling that you'd remember Yelena as the hottest squad member your year, and not Cheer Captain Therese Jomson... or even a cutie closet-slut like Evelyn Lindover."

Those names are familiar, from your past, but you never got to know many people at the school, least of all the hottest girls in the class.

"Well, they'll all be here tonight for the games, some in the audience, and some in the All-Star Squad, I guess." She shrugs, looking around idly. "So, um, are you gonna let my mom finishing setting up, or just use her fake old face all day?"