The boys went through what was fast becoming their usual morning routine. They washed, pissed, milked out the last drop of piss, grinned at each other... then jerked each other off and each licked up the other's cum.They discussed the bad turn in the weather while they did their chores and how disappointing it was that wouldn't get a chance to see the twins at the pool that afternoon. Jerking each other off in front of the girls would have to wait for another day. Maybe they would move the sheep. I’m an artist. I interpret things. I’m not as bad as Charmaine, who can turn anything into a dirty joke. But I turn things into an artistic expression.I drove over to the admin building after I left Eva, figuring that Sarah Lynn would be finished soon. I’d have to make an appointment soon and see if I could get my financial aid increased. Not likely, since even though they aren’t helping pay for my education, financial need is based on the parents’ ability to pay. How sucky is that?I pulled. Of course, not that I was thinking of my figure or weight forthat matter but I had lost some weight from my waist and it did seem abit shapelier than when this escapade had started and it certainly suitedthe clothing a little better. I dipped the plastic fork into the dish andbegan to eat picking up a paper I declined for my usual rush straight tothe football page and like my new eating habits started to read from thefront rather than pouring over the sports and racing pages as I wouldnormally. An elaborate dragon embroidered in red silk stretched from the shoulder to the hem. Its silent presence was as much a warning to the men as it was an encouragement to the girls.The four girls looked at one another. They were all uncertain and none of them was anxious to take the initiative. Standing there in their plain, white silk qipao’s, they looked like a row of medical students listening to the words of some distinguished consultant and reluctant to take the risk of saying something.