I quietly slipped off the path into the bushes and crept slowly up to the little area out of sight of the house. Vikki was sitting on a bench with Dav...d beside her. He was talking to her and she was talking back. It was his hand that amazed me. He was stroking her right breast as they spoke and she was saying nothing at all. He then leaned over and kissed her and she responded. My cock was pounding and I quickly released it as I watched. David freed her breast quite easily and I saw his hand. Instead of their normal chit chat, they each focused pulling out short-skirted evening dresses from a large closet and making sure each girl would have a few to fit with plenty of design variety. That task wasn’t too difficult. Only a little more than half the class was female and the large majority of them wore similar sized zero. Valerie wasn’t at all much different but the curves of her thighs, rump, and ample chest granted her another size. A few girls strutted in the room and admired the. How they would have a protected hideout on his daddy’s ranch.Then he came up with what he called the scam of the decade. What they would do is pretend to be members of a vigilante group that operated in that area. They would tell the isolated farmers that they belonged to that group, and that they had to pay for protection. If they refused to pay, the gang would sneak back at night and raid the farm. Burn down barns and outbuildings kill livestock and shoot up the place. Then come back later. Every male eye anyway and they weren't really looking at us; they were looking at Becky. Understandable. Five seven, long brown hair down to the middle of her back, the face of an Angel and a body designed to drive men crazy. It was all real too. Not even a tenth of an ounce of plastic or silicone in that 36 x 22 x 34 package.I could see the speculation on their faces. Older sister? Cousin? One or two might even be thinking a very young looking mother. Maybe she had me when she was fourteen,.