"Monroe's Group Home" was a state run institution for boys. They usually housed about ten boys at a time with about four or five councilors overseeing...us in various shifts. That's where I'd been living for the last while before I went to the Quigleys. It was a big old farmhouse that the government had bought a long time and set up to house boys like me. And that's where I'd first met Mr. Jarvis.Mr. Jarvis was the senior councilor at Monroe's and had been there long before I was first sent. Finally, finishing up, she was shaking as he pulled out and more juice poured out of her fuck tunnel and drained onto the bed.after the first pulled out and rolled off her, she reached over and grabbed a t-shirt to clean herself. the second one in line, whose cock was about the same size as mine, got between her legs, grabbed them behind the knees and lifted them up to her chest. he started rubbing his cock's head on her slit, bumping it into her clit. she started rocking her pelvis to play. I got up and said, “I’ll be right back.”I went down the hall to Sara’s room. She looked up when I tapped on her open door. She knows I’m aware of where she has been for the last hour. She grinned sheepishly and asked, “You aren’t mad are you?”I smiled and shook my head. I said, “I knew where you were going when you went upstairs. And I don’t blame you.”I entered her room and closed the door behind me. I leaned against it and asked, “Were you serious when you offered to ... you know, with your. It’s not fair to him nor you.”“Matt wouldn’t talk and I’m afraid Larry won’t either.”I said, “Sis, he sure won’t if you don’t talk to him. You may not like the answers but not talking is unfair to both of you at this point. He has to wonder if something’s wrong. You might be sending him away because these issues are interfering with developing your relationship.”Karen swallowed hard and then said, “I confessed my biggest fear to Brad within hours. He needed to know and I wanted the air cleared..