After breakfast there was to be a tennis competition. I was not very good at tennis and was eliminated in the very first round. However that gave me a...chance to talk to Cynthia. We hung out for a couple of hours, took a walk around some of the grounds, and talked. Boy did we talk. Cynthia was very interested in my background, what I had planned for my future, and what I thought about her.I told Cynthia that I really liked her, that I thought that she was quite intelligent, and that I thought. Christine’s lips were almost touching his as she asked, “I wonder if Erika is missing you this afternoon?”And then she kissed him.It was a questioning kiss: not too brief, but light in touch, ending with a mere suggestion of tongue brushing over his lips. Ben responded by pulling Christine close with his hand firmly on the roundness of her ass in her tight-fit jeans.As Christine did not pull away from the feel of his rising erection, Ben decided on the most honest answer, “I hope she misses me. “That right? Well…if her puss is tight enough to clench your finger, I bet her ass is like a vise,” Xav replied. At some point between Ryan’s arrival and right then, Xav had stripped. My mouth watered, as I stared, hungrily, at his jutting cock. So, he was just as aroused as the rest of us, and by the looks of it, more so. He wasn’t long, more average in length, but God damn, he was thick. He pulled me off Ryan’s chest and pivoted me back to the front. Standing in front of me, his thick plum. "He had been watching the guard – who was standing just inside the door – ever since we walked in. He raised his voice slightly and said, "You may as well sit down, officer; we're going to be here a while; I don't expect you to take my word for it, but I have no intention of trying to escape. Also, you look like you're in pretty good shape, so you could probably reach me before I managed to get free. Even if I did, I'm pretty sure you could take me."The guard ignored him but looked at me and.