" Damn," he whispered, again and ran to the hamper in his bathroom.Empty. Mom must have put the laundry in the washer this morning.The only solution w...s to go commando, or...On top of his dresser was a package of panties his mother had bought forhim to wear when he was acting as her dress model. He'd worn the whiteones earlier today, but there were five other colors in there. What theheck, they were only cotton panties. No big deal, right?The only solid color pair remaining was pink, so he. I switched on the wand and water started coming out of Ben’s ass as the strong stream filled his hole. I took the wand in my hand and massaged his chute with it until the water flowed out clear.I switched the shower head back on and turned around under it, slightly bent over. I told Ben to grease up the wand and my hole, and then put it inside me.“All the way in there, son?” I asked.“Yup!” he answered.I soaped up my hand and started stroking my dick. I switched on the wand and felt the water. .." Ah found it!" the construction worker shouted. "I knew it was downwardsin the plot."To his left, the shrubbery started to shake and a moment later a teenagegirl in shredded clothes appeared."What the hell?" she cursed. "Why am I a girl now?" I take it you were the boy who just fell down the hole?" the workerinquired."I-" The girl started but broke off. "Okay, I believe it now. This isnot a prank. Plot-holes are real." Calm down Miss," the worker urged her. "Look. My name is Arthur. MaybeI. Annie learned in another Seminar that this was called "tribbing," an important way that any woman could bond with another, especially where there wasn't a clear dominant party. The scene was enticing, though both women looked visibly pleasures but frustrated. It was designed to make men feel important after all.Hence entered the husband, Matt, or "Mr. Kemp as Hannah called him. It wasn't quite clear whether it was fiction or not, especially because Leah and Matt seemed like a real couple, there.