There were a few boys but more girls. Included in the boys were Brad and Justin. As the afternoon went by the guests departed until only Beth and Brad...remained. Jean had noticed that Brad seemed unusually quiet. Jean was in the kitchen relaxing when Brad came in for a soda. “Is everything ok Brad? You seem a little blue today.” Jean asked.Brad seemed to shrug his shoulders but then Jean noticed a tear roll down his cheek. “Something is wrong! Come on and let it out and you might feel better.”. The last thing I expected to see was Cammie.The top she was wearing was every bit as tight as the one I’d watched her pull off the night before. Her skirt danced around her thighs, barely hiding anything. It certainly did nothing to conceal her long, smooth legs. She smiled as she walked toward me, carrying an iPad box.I swallowed the lump in my throat and asked, “What can I do for you?”Her smile widened and she waved. “I wanted to see what I could get for pawning this?”“You do know how. I’d asked Lou not to tell the newbies that we were celebrating NND ( National Nude Day), but if they questioned anything to say I was a Francophile and always observe Juillet 14, Bastille Day. The skimpy and risque outfits expected reflect the casual French body attitude. Right? I mean, n’est-pas?As usual, Lou had to wear his long-legged trunks or his monster cock would always be peeking out, sometimes even while walking. Bev, bless her, chose a rosy red half cup top suitable for B-cups at. Outside in the darkness of the frosty night, he could hear the distant sound of girls voices hurrying towards the canteen for their dinner. ‘Mr Lean, thanks for joining me,’ Helen said eventually, looking up from her papers. ‘No problem,’ he replied. He listened politely as she explained what the investigation was about and how any allegations made would be treated as being confidential. ‘Is that clear?’ she said, in conclusion. ‘Yes, perfectly.’ ‘Okay, well let’s get right to it shall we? Mr.