Shortly thereafter, the girls were rubbing together. They were physically separated by ten feet, but they felt closer to each other than they ever had...Things had been kicked up a notch, but that didn’t mean everything changed. Bob didn’t start parading around with his stiff cock hanging out. The girls didn’t change their routine, either. Part of that involved the discipline required of all of them to navigate college life. For Bob, it was making sure he was prepared for classes. For the girls. He didn't even flinch. How was that old saying? If you own something let it free and if it belongs to you it will come back. And if it doesn't it meant that it was never yours in the first place.Angela was sitting in the bus crying. She had tried to stop it. She hated feeling so weak but the tears were forcing their way through her throat hurting her.She should have known better. There was really no use for tears now. She should have managed to say no to him yesterday but she couldn't.A kid was. Now being a boy there were some things I didn't think of and a fewthings I never considered, we will get to them when we get to them.As before, I saw Cassy waiting for me at the camp bus stop. Afterhugging me she checked the gowns to be sure that I had brought the rightone for her, she was glad to see the one I picked for myself.We carried the things to her cabin where I again met her bunkmates butone was missing, she had already gone home. Last week I had taken an immediate liking to all three. I know that we don’t have a lot of time to talk right now, but I wanted to meet you at last, and Corporal Hirsch agreed to let me speak to you. When we have more time, you, me, Mom ... and perhaps Aunt Lisa if her sponsor agrees, can all sit down and talk, with or without our concubines,” Junior told me, his coal black eyes and jet-black hair a strong reminder that he was Michelle’s son.“You’re a sponsor?” I smiled, very proud that my son had qualified to serve.“Not as high up as you, Dad, from.