Jasmine began to coo, make purring sounds and gasp, all in cycles. She repeated them several times over as her wetness began flowing down around his m...anhood. Finally, there came some sensations Will could never have imagined, much less, describe. Although he tried to focus on her face, the stimulations were coming from Jasmine’s undulating pelvis. So he cupped and massaged her breasts in a vain attempt to get some control on the tempo. Jasmine’s pace gradually increased and Will could see her. She was veryfriendly and asked me all about myself and I told her everything aboutwhy I was doing this. How I just felt so good looking and actingfeminine. She wasn't the least bit judgmental and gave me pointers onhow to apply the makeup she was doing for me. Time flew by so fast whenshe held up a mirror for me to see. I really wanted to cry with joythen, but I held it back; not wanting to ruin the makeup. I lookedincredible! I was now looking at a girl!!! I would never be drop. That's such an ugly term. I prefer to think of it as the two of us helping each other out. You help me by taking care of a certain need I have, and I help you by getting you up on that stage to get your diploma." Yeah, well, I don't need your help, Mr. Longfellow. I am a smart girl. I can do this all on my own, thank you very much!" Yes, you are a smart girl, Heather. I know that. But I also know that you are constantly getting into trouble. You may not always start it, but whenever there's. . in private." This is about Colin, isn't it?" "Why would I need to talk to you about Colin? I thought you were cool withthat? Never mind that! I need your help. Someone is after me and I need totalk..."*What do you mean, someone is after you? For what? Why?**That's what I'd like to know. I was attacked by about a dozen guys lastnight. They looked military. They were wearing those nanotech smart camosuits. I could barely see them.**Are you all right? How did you get away?*"I had to fight them..