" Pete and Fowls seconded that plan.Dan nodded. "That's cool man, we can do different stuff" he said. "Thencatch up later and get some more beers, ...eah?". Charlie nodded."So who you gonna go with Ste?" Rich asked.Charlie jumped in quickly again. "C'mon fag, you gotta come with us. Boysin room 22 got to stick together. You can't leave me hanging round all daywith just these muppets..." he said, gesturing to Fowler and Pete.Feeling an air of inevitably, I agreed. "K, sure, beers sounds. There was another photo, of Katie presenting the portrait to the Queen. Rumor ran rampant as to who the child was, after all it was the second time she had appeared with the Queen. One journalist almost got it right, saying she was the daughter of the artist, Damon Dawes, and the up and coming children’s writer Sisoban O’Mallory. Wonder what Sissy thought when she read that?The portraits hung in the National Gallery for three months and drew record crowds. The Gallery had bundled it up with. As he pulled his cock out of the hole I heard him say, fucking hell mate, get your cock in that hole, I have never been so deep in a throat before. As his cock cleared the hole it was immediately replaced by another cock, this one very short but fat, again I had been fish hooked and shoved onto it. This continued for many hours cock after cock only broken by her pussy being shoved in my face. The pain of earlier in the day was now off the scale, especially in my throat, it was on fire and I. I guess Im a bit of a freak, but I had two people that loved me and wanted to be with me, so I cant be all that bad. On Thursday night while we were having dinner Mum started in on all three of us. She went on and on about all the things that we shouldnt do and what we should do while they were away. How much they were trusting us and blah, blah, blah. I thought it would never end, we just nodded and said yes or no as the occasion demanded. Then to really make it great Dad went and repeated.