The girls both had good parts and remembered everything that they were supposed to say. They were at the end of their senior years, and they’d gotte...n decent roles to play. It was a Cornelia Otis Skinner play: “Our Hearts were Young and Gay”: very suitable for high school students. At least high school students that went to the fancy academy that the Cord girls went to.“Great job!” I said to the two of them when they came off the stage. They’d come directly to me, not the other guy. Don’t know. When I had finished she said “I can understand that of Sam, and Beth would have told, so in a way I can see the predicament you were in, “But to cum in her, the poor girl she was leaking your cum all night” with her more relaxed I asked if Beth had told their parents “Do you think I would be here if she had, no when I bathed her I saw cum running from her and asked about it and she told me what had happened” “So you already knew what went on”? “Of course I did, but I wanted to see if you would. "What do you guys do here anyways?" Asked Casey."Well Casey. Girls like you who are not happy with themselves. We made you feel good and make you feel wanted. We don't hate because of race, sex, religion, or anything of that nature except for breasts," Josh explained."Breasts?" Said Casey in a mellow tone."Yes. We don't like silicone like I was telling you about earlier. We know how to be happy with what god gave girls like you. We want those girls who are naturally blessed with huge gifts to. "Hey yourself," I replied as I buried my face into the fragrance of the blossoms. Lowering them I smiled. "Carnations, always my favorite. Come on in Peter." I went off to the kitchen, found an empty vase under the sink and arranged the flowers in it. I carried it to my dinning table and stepped back and admired it.Turning around I also admired Peter. I swear, he was even more broad-shouldered than I remembered. Gray slacks, with a open collared white shirt and a sport jacket. I remembered how.