What do you think?" she said with a wicked grin. "Think...about what?" "Your pretty little girls...in the nude?" she replied with agiggle. ... "They're growing up fast." "They certainly are...and it's pretty evident, but right now Ithink we'd better get this tent up." The remainder of the day went by without incident, except for the abundance of fine pussy of all ages around me and my continuing urge to rise to all my rampant glory. With sunset and the cool of the night, the. The cereal you helped yourself to from the selection on the side cabinet.When the bell rang, Brian and Lewis went to get the cooked items from thekitchen. They would do the fetching and clearing today.I'd never had a cooked breakfast before, though I had heard a lot aboutthem. Neither of my parents had the skills to cook so many items andhave them ready at the same time. They also didn't have enough money tobe so extravagant. I still don't understand how I managed to end up witha. I figured I should write a piece just to keep my name in the market. The ill-fated Art School was the result. I realized as soon as I posted and reread it that I’d made a huge mistake. The very reason I’d started writing erotica in the first place was to have a happy ending. I’d betrayed the promise in Art School. Even though I quickly changed the ending so it wasn’t as miserable as my ‘reality-based’ mysteries, the damage was done and scores were poor.In the meantime, I was bogged down in. But that was expected. Nikki was like me, a bit emotional. It wasKatie, who was standing next her that got me going. Katie was crying!It took a lot to get Katie in a weepy mood, but there she was. And likeNikki, she had a huge smile on her face. "You are gorgeous Alexa" Katiesaid in a voice just above a whisper. That got me going, the tear ductsstarted to fill But I had still not seen the dress one me, other thantrying to look down at it. I looked at the three women circling me andasked.