Jane sighed. Must be nice to have a man who took the time to be romantic like that. Apparently Tom had been wrong when he told her that men only acted... that way in the silly romance novels that were all her feeble brain could handle. She wished she could show Tom that real men DID take their women on picnics. Perhaps she should get her camera with it’s zoom lens and capture this on film. Then again, what difference would it make? Things with Tom would never change.The sound of laughter broke. I'd lost sleep the night before thinking about Lilly and Olivia kneeling in tandem, licking and sucking,side to side, top to bottom, back and forth. These images flooded my mind as we made final preparations. I was hard and horny the whole time. In addition to being nervous and distracted, I impeded our progress by reflexively groping and caressing Lilly's ass as she bent over the bed. We finally finished our prep work and surveyed the room.“Well, it looks like we're ready Sweetheart,” I. As breakfast continued, we were joined by others from year one and two.Since we were down for the start of breakfast, we'd managed to grabseveral tables. I think we were all still operating on school time,where we got up early for jogging or cycling. France, being an hourahead of England, made us seem less like mad English people."Today is another free day," said Mr Hobson as he joined us. "Tomorrowwe will have a small competition, which I hope you find fun. Tuesdaywill be mostly free, but. .." I search for the right word.Dani intercepts: "Emancipation?"I think a moment. "Yes. Emancipation."The silence drifts. Even the wildlife seems to be holding its collective breath before she sighs, grabs her top and sits up. "I'd love to stay, but I should get back. If the girls find me gone, they'll join the dots, and your folks'll find out and then­–" They'd shit kittens."She pulls her top on to cover her magnificent breasts. "You and your mixed metaphors. God you're adorable." All part of.