At times some of them would perform in skimpy attire which they changed into in a corner of the room where all of us could see them in only their bras...and panties while they changed. There must have been 40 hard, throbbing cocks in that room. This entertainment only made all of us hornier than usual and we couldn’t even touch these gals much less do anything with them to relieve our stress. I think a few guys actually shot their wad in their trousers just sitting there watching. But of those. "Yes, so no blabbing," teased Ingrid, poking her in the side."As if I'd do such a thing!" So where's Stacy?" Helen asked."She'll be here in a moment," answered Brenda, guiding us to one of thelarge planning tables. "She's collecting the American Beta team. In themeantime please pass me your normal school PDAs and I'll dish out thebeta ones."As the beta PDAs were being dished out, a chiming sound was heard."What was that?" I asked."It's a warning that someone has opened the door to this area,". These kids are nine years old. Nine. Not nineteen or sixteen or even thirteen. Nine. So why do they have to do the whole romantic and flirty thing? Watching them make goo-goo eyes at each other and say things like “My girlfriend and me really like singing together” just made me cringe. I didn’t want to correct him to “my girlfriend and I” as much as to “my friend and me.” Kids that age are supposed to make cute grammatical errors; they are not supposed to have lovers.Yes, I said lovers, because. It turns out Tom wasn't there, but our front door was unlocked. “That’s weird,” I thought. Then I went to my bedroom. What the fuck happened… My room was a mess. My bed looked like shit, and then I remembered what April said, “Once we are all naked in your bedroom…” That’s when I had my A-ha Moment. This is where it all took place. I still had no idea where Tom was. Then I thought, “Fuck him!” I sent a text to the girls to let them know I was back, and I’d see them at four o’clock. I had plenty.