I followed Rob and Jenny to his dorm. We went to his room and began packing his things in the boxes. Jenny and Kelly took the clothes on hangers to my...truck, placing them in the backseat. I helped Rob carry the boxes to the trucks and pack them into the bed. Once the dorm room was empty of Rob’s belongings, we headed for Jenny’s building.“Why don’t you two start packing while Justin and I go off load the trucks? It will give us room for Jenny’s things,” Rob suggested.“Okay, but hurry back. I. Everyone started mingling, talking, dancing. Swati was definitely the hit of the party, with almost everyone wanting to talk to her or dance with her. The three other wives there were also young, in their late 20s or early 30s, and decent looking, but none of them was as drop-dead gorgeous as Swati. Also, two of them were dressed in saris, and the third one in a long skirt and a conservative blouse. So dress-wise too, Swati was the center of attention.When the party started, we had been. ”“You mean you want to do more? Like what?” she asked.“Let’s see how he sucks cock.” I suggested, “ Get him and Mika in a 69, and I will fuck Mika doggy style while he eats her out and my cock will be inches away from his face. I will pull out of her and cum in his mouth.”“When you talk about it I get soo fuckin hot!” And she rocked her hips against me. She pulled off my shirt and released the grip of her thighs on me so I could shuck my pants. She stripped down as well. While Jenny and I were. The string of tutors Father brought from England as she and Gérard grew up had earned their pay and she and her foster brother had soaked up everything they could teach. He was ready for Oxford, had been ready even before their hasty departure with Antoine years ago.Merle Heathcoate, Master Printer, read the sign board outside the shop where Father’s cousin had his establishment. His print shop occupied most of the ground floor. On the second floor were the kitchen and quarters of the printer.