He'd resist and protest his innocence and do it quite well and with adegree of arrogance that would tick the women on the council off. Butthere'd be a... few gaps in his memory, some things he should know butdidn't. I did though.It went almost exactly like I'd planned. They were sure Frederick waslying and that he was really me and despite his protests pronouncedsentence. They would permanently swap us and no future spells could everallow either of us to be swapped again.The only downside is they. We walked for a while and found a truckers rest stop, their was a loads of big trucks all different sizes, we walked into the cafe and i swear everyone stopped talking and stared at us, i asked if anyone was heading back to home and it turns out one was. we asked if we could jump and a lift and suprise suprise he said yes! George was just how you image a trucker, beerbelly, bald guy who eat to many fryups and rarely washed!! and a perv but whats new there, we started on the way and we talked. ..." Paul said in a dreamy tone than seemed as if he were in a deep state of enchantment. He identified the author of those words to be those of the great American poet Walt Whitman before he resumed sucking on my cock. I came fond of these strange interludes when he'd stop and quote a poet in the middle of a sexual activity. For Paul was never frivilous nor merely a transitory pleasure. Sometimes he referred to his lovers as his "little poems". As Ty and Yukio continued fucking before us,. I told the Married Guy to have a quick shower while I poured another drink.Drink in hand I walked into the shower, which is pretty tiny, just as Married Guy was getting out of the shower now without my cum on his chest. I handed him his drink and told him I’d get him some dry speedos. I had thought about this before he arrived and I gave him my favourite ADIDAS 3-stripe speedos.I gave Married Guy the ADIDAS speedos and I jumped in the shower for a quick rinse. When I was done I changed my white.