I knew I had him. "Yea that’s fine, Ms. Kelly" Jon said with a surprise look on his face. I could tell he was trying to act nonchalant about it, it... was adorable. Jon was a very good looking kid. Dark tan, short black hair, tall, and very athletic with huge abs for his age. I had seen him in the hallway lifting up his shirt for those young girls. His abs were absolutely ripped. He was one of the ones I was trying to get for months. Jon then looked around the room to make sure no one was even. .." "Call me Cricket... I haven't been Mrs Vaughn ever, really. Cricket is fine." Stephano fidgeted in the big leather seat. "I can't call you Cricket.," he murmered. "I fuckin' hate crickets. When I was in the army I did boot-camp in Parris Island. Those bastard crickets kept me awake for seven fuckin' weeks straight... 'Chirp, chirp...' Bastards... You got a real name?" "You serious?" "Yeah... I'm always serious, Mrs Vaughn." "Jemima O'Hara." "So you're Italian?" "Fuck you, Mr. He'll kill me when he hears about it." That will be one of the bigger problems we have to work out."We were both probably going to have to wrestle. College volleyball was based on quickness, balance and strong legs. Our sororities would look to us to do our share. Neither of us was willing to do so under the Kaps' plan. We simply refused to risk being naked for four consecutive Saturday nights, shaved bare, handcuffed together, wearing clit clips and nipple rings. Fifteen of the sixteen. And me? Oh I’m thinking about her pussy, of course I am, but also running all sorts of ideas through my head.In the event we skirt the trees on top of the rise. It appears that this is a spot that attracts the bulk of the dog walkers. We pass three in quick succession, their pets cocking legs, carrying sticks, goofing about. Then we’re on a downward slope again, finding a narrow path alongside a brook that runs through the park, which at this point becomes more of a wilderness, all unruly.