"I've allowed into my house a sworn enemy of Mount Royale," Jasmine mocked."Is your daughter Candace Jones?" Emma asked, suddenly realizing there was ...a striking similarity between this woman and her arch rival. Emma was the head cheerleader for the Bulls, and Candace her bitch counterpart with the Tigers."She is," Jasmine nodded. "How do you know her?"Emma couldn't hide her disgust, "We're both head cheerleaders."Jasmine gasped slightly, "Are you the Emma?" If you mean captain of the Bull. But that doesn’t matter to me as much as knowing whether you really want to. I’m kind of a big guy, and you are pretty small. Promise me that if anything makes you feel uncomfortable that you will tell me to stop. And I promise to stop if you say stop.”“I kinda knew that without you saying it, Jer. But I promise. One other thing: I want your permission to tell my mom and dad about everything we do. Do you mind?”“No, not at all. And my mom is going to give me the third degree until I spill the. After dinner, we all went and spent time in the pool, then Pat and I headed for bed. We were in bed when Kristy paged me."Justin, there is another signal coming from the drone; it is concentrated at the residence of Frank Mays again," she said.'What type of signal? We need to tap into it and find out what the drone is transmitting." Standby ... The drone appears to be communicating in the subject's dream ... the transmission has ended. I'm decoding the delta-waves, standby," Kristy said. It was. ”“Is it in, Mark? I gotta have it and that’s a fact!”After that, the only sounds from the rec room consisted of both of us sucking in air as we slammed into each other with youthful abandon. I allowed my fingers to explore Betty Ann’s pretty ass all over and even sunk a middle finger all the way up her anal channel like a scouting party sent to check out the lay of the land. I knew she was an anal bitch right away when it made her moan and groan just like one of those girls on the “ass up, face.