"Well, our father forced us to come here. He said that being with other kids our age would do us good. We've been coming here for two years now, but I...ve never noticed any difference." I see ... How is it at home?" We live in a large house, some fifty kilometers south of here, on the shore of the river. The property has a large stone wall around it with a large gate. We have about twenty rooms, a butler, four maids, a cook and a chauffeur. For the gardens, we have a chief gardener, two. In the other end of the building, Sam had already gotten Pam's sexy sundress down to her waist and her left breast was inside his mouth as his hand slid down into her panties. Pam's "tour" of the house had been as seductive as Phil's had been with Lauren. Pam had made a pretense of showing Sam around their place but her ultimate purpose had been to direct the two of them to the master bedroom where she hoped he'd take the obvious hint and want to fuck her. Sure enough, when Sam and Pam ventured. As lurid as the scene was in the chair next to her, Jessica’s gaze promised something more than lust. She smiled, a quiet dreamy smile and then half-closed her eyes as she gave her plump nipples a deliberate squeeze.Thick legged, I walked next to Jessica’s chair, undid my jeans, pushing the metal buttons through their holes and freed myself. Stiff in the late afternoon sun, my erection pumped up and down, untouched but fueled by the images before it.Working steadily, Roberta’s hand was slick. I can honestly say she's my best friend, and I leaned on her something fierce when Ricky had his heart trouble.It didn't take me long to learn that Ricky was a legend in the town. He'd been the first student at the high school there to make a perfect 36 on his ACT, he was valedictorian, class president and voted Most Likely to Succeed.He'd always been ambitious, and wanted to attend college in a completely different environment from his hometown, so he chose Penn from the many scholarship.