That's why she'd decided to write this poem. None of the thoughts fit, and it was beginning to aggravate her. Gabriela wanted this done earlier, but t...he right words wouldn't come.She rearranged some of the words, then read it again and sighed. She just wasn't sure they said what she wanted them to. The sound of the door opening told her it was too late to change it now. Seth was home early."Honey, I'm in here," she called out."Hi baby, how was your day?"Seth pulled her close and kissed her. His. Christopher smiled. "Bossy bags but I love her."Jenny smiled back. "I like her too. I'm a friend of Sally's really but I've got to know Ellie quite well, and like her a lot." She's quite a girl," acknowledged Christopher. "Do you work with Sally or are you old friends?" Both. We were at school together. She was the brains and I was the brawn."She grinned impishly and Christopher was drawn."Don't tell me there were brawls," he said."No. I prevented them. Sally's full of bright ideas, inventive. “Two of what?” Aron asked, confused.“These,” Carter explained, planting his palms on his ass cheeks and making his point.Aron laughed.“I know. And they are both perfect.”Better than Carter’s real ass? The question was on his tongue, but he could not say it. He had learned his lesson all right.Aron didn’t allow him too much time to overthink things. Plastering him against the bed, the guy was crushing him a little. This kind of sensation, of being overpowered so easily should have scared him,. It was wicked and saucy, everything that is wrong and exciting about sex, 'Come-on please', he begged, 'In your ass son', he continued, as I removed the lid and smeared a lot all over his cock.'Good boy, good boy', he forcibly moaned against the partition wall. He must have been pressed hard against it, wandering who was on the other side pleasuring him.I stood up and noticed my white panties on the floor, stooped and hung them on the hook behind the door, a pair of female panties as a trophy,.