.. the only one I had never heard of. I checked them all out of the School Library, wanting to get ahead of the assignments I would be getting based o... them.Mom was at our place when we all walked in. She handed us the documentation and users manuals of the equipment installed.Next, she showed us everything that had been installed, including some very covert light switches that had a flesh colored button that would, when pressed, send police without calling first. It was a panic button. There. ”“Is that a bad thing?”“It’s good that you and your sister are so close. The big game is this Saturday, and the girls will be there to cheer our boys to victory. The school is putting everyone in a motel for that night. Your sister asked if you can go, and I think it’s a great idea. The least you can do is show your sister moral support.”My thoughts are anything but moral. I’ve been spotted at cheerleader tryouts in the past, and Mom knows of my fetish for girls in short skirts. I’m not there. Ann let her ramble, letting her become very comfortable and then said, “so, how long have you been a gurl”? Monica was caught off guard and asked her, when and how did she know? Ann told her from the minute she saw her. Ann leaned close to her face, turned her chin up saying, “It takes one to know one”, showing her the nearly invisible scar from having her Adams apple shaved. Ann sat beside her saying, “sisters”. They talked for another hour until Monica became concerned that her office must. Not yet. He wasn't doneteasing her, not until the lines between teasing and torture converged. Herwords were becoming inaudible. Moans and cries, really. He loved this. Shelost herself in this place that only he could lead her to and from. It wasthe most delicious and exquisite torture in the world. He released her clitand blew a light stream of air where his tongue had been. "Jeffrey, pleeeeaaaase touch me. Pleeeaaaase!" "I am touching you, baby." "Please don't stop. Touch me!" "Baby, calm.