Before I could even open the fridge, though, I heard the door open and looked up to see Jenn coming through the door, carrying a picnic basket, and tw... canvas tote bags. "Don't just stand there, slave," she said. "Take the picnic basket."Instead, I reached for the tote bags. "Did I say totes?" she asked. "Take the damned picnic basket." Yes, your highness," I replied, relieving her of the basket. It was quite heavy and something smelled really good. "I knew you wouldn't eat right if I didn't. A minute before class started, Kendall appeared. She gave us a brief smile as her eyes swept over our little group. I was in the process of picking up my coat from the chair beside me when she stopped short and sat down next to Wes instead.I stupidly held the coat in the air as she settled, before making a show of looking for something in one of its pockets. The only one that could have seen my face-saving act was Kendall, and she was making monosyllabic greetings to the rest of the group. He asked me what I was doing so I told him that. He asked that what’s good in reading some fake sex stories instead of doing a real one. I told him that not all are fakes and some are genuinely real ones. He admitted that but asked what makes me read that.I said that it gives me to fantasy and dreams. though I was not sure how to fulfill my fantasy still dreaming about it is good for me. He asked me about my fantasies and I told him several ones. One among them was getting fucked by multiple. Brenda, being the k** she was, wanted to see. I laid back on the bed and put my arm around her and pulled her bare breast to the side of my bare chest and we looked at the photo together. We kissed some more and yes, I gave her breast a lot of attention before it was time to make ourselves presentable before anyone arrived home.Helping place Brenda's firm breasts back into her lacy bra was almost as exciting and removing them. Once dressed, I secured my prized photo and we left. Over the next.