How are you at peeling potatoes?”“Okay, I guess,” Dante answered wondering why he needed to peel potatoes to earn his dinner. He was supposed to...be creating a statue of Happy Harry.“Well, come along with me and I’ll show you to the kitchen.”Dante followed the man to the food shack. It was a small place and crowded, but everything necessary to a kitchen was in there. Pointing to an egg crate, Boy Scout said, “You can sit there while you’re peeling the potatoes. You look like you’re a little. ” Her lips licked my ear. “I know how much you love fucking my ass. Imagine your teenage daughter’s virgin bowels wrapped about your dick.”“Fuck,” I panted, squeezing my eyes shut.My balls almost erupted. I was so close to exploding. Just a few more strokes and—A loud knock wrapped our door. A second later, it cracked open, our daughter’s face peering in on us. I yanked up the covers as Betty pulled her hand away. I groaned as the blanket brushed the sensitive tip of my cock, my balls tensing,. Deportment and body language was all included in these lessons.By tea time, were all exhausted, but the day did not stop there.After tea, we were required to dress for the evening recreation period,and were given a half hour to get ourselves ready.I have to admit it now, I began to look forward to that part of the dayto as we were allowed all sorts extras and it was so much more fun todress in really pretty dresses and use real cosmetics than it was to bedressed as a little girl.I especially. She is coming off a relationship with a star quarterback. Not too bright and an egomaniac. I never liked him, but she was blinded by his looks and notoriety. Once she realized he was a real dick, she dumped him. So be yourself. I know you; you are smart and funny and kind. That is what she told me she was looking for in the next guy before we came here. If you don’t fuck it up, I think you will be the right guy.”“Well, Kath, thanks for the advice. I do really like her. Wait, was her last.