They both feature their father’s wavy, red hair and big, blue eyes. Appearances are not where the similarities between Jerry and his father end, tho...gh. Just like dad, Jerry is a childish daredevil and quite a loudmouth, too. He is lacking the charm department, however. At nineteen, Jerry is (barely) a high school graduate that is taking a break from school to ponder if he even wants to go to college. He spends most of his time lazing about playing video games like a typical boy his age. Jerry. Hello little brother, so good you came, Miss Tisha and I were getting to know each other a little bit. Hey Bobby, I am happy to see you. Do you have any new tricks for us this morning? Tricks? I do not think so, but what I have for you girls, is my hard-on ready for someone to suck. He said while taking his clothes off and we could see that wonderful weapon he has to fight that mornings battle. When I set my eyes on it, I burned with desire same like last time and remembered that Bobby had. Two of the partners were also watching the game, both sitting in recliners. The last of the partners was in the kitchen, “educating” one of the girls caught the previous night.They no longer went by the names they were born with, feeling that was beneath them. Ziggurat, the most powerful of the group, was on the sofa, watching one of the girls, a blonde, out of the corner of his eye. His dark-skinned partner, Ebon, was sitting on a white leather recliner, watching the chocolate-skinned girl. "She whispered worriedly, "The rules?" Yes. The rules that state you're not allowed to wear a bra or panties. Ever." His food temporarily forgotten, he twisted and pulled on her nipples with both hands.Her mouth hung wide open. If her heart hadn't been pounding hard before, it certainly was now. She stared with horror at Ron's newspaper, fully expecting that he'd heard what Alan had just said and would lower the paper. Then all hell would break loose. But the paper stayed up. The only sign.