We arenot rich people. I think you should be grateful."Philip and Juan sat there stewing over my ingratitude. I did not knowwhat to think. I felt terr...ible that I was not more grateful. As myattitude adjusted, they became more complacent. The banter in the carturned to reveal my results at the month's end. I have to admit I wascurious myself. I did not know why my lips felt so funny.By them having me get implants, my breast development was hidden from me.I happily continued to ingest large. “Is he good honey? Is he sucking your cock real good?” asked my aunt.“Fuck, he’s almost as good as Brian,” said my uncle.I just kept sucking up and down on his shaft, licking his head and tasting his precum in my mouth. After a few minutes my aunt pulled me off and laid me down on the floor. “Spread yourself for your uncle,” she said as she started to spread my legs and push my knees towards my head. I knew what she had in mind and grabbed my thighs as I pulled them towards me, giving everyone. Of course in his imagination both women were stripped down to theirlingerie, stockings and heels and the neighbour was lying on the tablewhile his aunt lapped at her cunt. That image began to fade as hisorgasm subsided; he wiped himself with his handkerchief and put himselfaway careful not to get any stains on his trousers.He did so just in time because his aunt opened the door of theconservatory and beckoned him to come inside."Oh bollocks to that!" Steven was quite contrary when he was told. Many of the retarded boys were delivered to school because their mothers needed them out of the way and were desperate for a place to put them.The boys were suddenly totally incapable of the first grade curriculum, let alone anything taught in high school. Of more immediate concern, the male half of the student body was actively, physically trying to get into the pants of the other half. The desire was nothing new, but the boys had lost all their inhibitions. If that thing over there looked.