An elderly man sat in front of his locker on the bench and was busy with his smartphone, while a second man had probably just got out of the shower an...d was drying himself off. They both turned their backs on me. At least some luck today.I had no idea what the sticky stuff on my shorts was and I wasn't sure if I even wanted to know. But it was good that I had taken them off. The car seat would've been ruined. Now put on the jeans again quickly. I looked up for a moment.How long has this man been. Smart girl,he thought. Nobody would pay attention to that subject heading. Then he frowned.Ms. Jennifer Patrick ("JP") was not his real daughter. She had been marriedat one time to his oldest son. He was still closer to Jennifer than he wasto his own daughters. They understood each other without being judgmental. Operation Mason, Operation Mason . . . , he repeated to himself as he turnedback to the computer on the table behind his large, cluttered desk. After afew mouse clicks he was scrolling. She used her hand to spread her lips, allowing me to see how wet she was, and she took the toy from her mouth and slid it straight into her pussy. As she did, she became more vocal and let out a louder moan and began to fuck herself with the toy. She started sliding the toy in and out of her slowly but as the passion built inside her she began to go faster and deeper. I could hear her getting wetter and wetter as she started pounding herself with the toy. 'You like the bad me?' she asked. 'Bet. Upon the floor.For her to rise,Wanting to see her breastsBounce back,Full and round and firmAs balloons ascendingInto Heaven above.ANDROGYNOUS PARADEIn the parade,An androgynous face,Like a girl'sAnd a boy's,So feminineAnd masculineIt's impossible to sayWhich he or she may be;Although the mustacheAnd goatee suggestBalls,The buoyant breastsBouncy and full,Despite the line of hairIn the cleavage between the two,IndicateOva,And there is no wayTo tell,For he or she wears pants,Skirts being largely.