.. anyway, we've got a picnic, bet you two are hungry after that."Georges jumped into his clothes and was seated on the blanket by the time Lauren had...adjusted her own. She'd said nothing, avoided Finch's curious glances. He was so hard it hurt, and twice he reached down to adjust his cock. His brother simply stared, slack-jawed, as Lauren sunk down onto the edge of the blanket and away from everyone. A wet spot slowly spread through the crotch of her light blue pants.Hannah and Georges picked. “Hello, yes. Is that the number for the art class thing?” She was answered by a rather posh-sounding lady, who introduced herself as Maggie and explained that her class were specializing in still life and live art. They had gone through the obligatory bowls of fruit and random objects and had now progressed to people. “What would I have to do?” asked Katie. “Well, we want someone who’s happy doing nude poses, is that OK?” “Oh! I guess. It’s guys and girls in the class I suppose?” “No, just. A kindness, a basic ... decency wasn’t the exact right word, but it seemed to kind of apply.When Rebecca and Rosie received their first letter, addressed personally to them, from Indianapolis, well, there was more excitement than on Christmas.Like they did with me, Riles and Emma and Molly each wrote an individual piece in the letter. They didn’t talk much about the goings-on in Indianapolis; it was more questions on how Rebecca and Rosie were doing. What their life was like in Little River.A. Black Bob emerged from between my legs with a huge grin on his wet face. "I've never shagged white meat before. In fact, I haven't shagged any woman since last year," he hissed.I looked into his eyes. "You said all I had to do was suck you." Well, sugar, there's been a change of plan."I was about to scream for Dad, but decided not to when Black Bob put his face close to mine. He said, "You can either have it rough, or I can be nice to you. Which way?"Reluctantly, I mumbled, "Okay."He moved his.