Are you okay? She asked. He knows about us cutting school, he spanked me for that and some other things, and my bottoms on fire. He wants to see me in...his room Marti, do you think hell spank me, too? She lowered the seat of Martis PJs and took in the damage, God I hope not. No I doubt it but go ahead and get it over with. I was in my room waiting and thinking. Strange I thought, Id never thought of Marti and her little friends as sexual beings, Id known them all from the age of six or earlier,. Then, I glanced over into the shower area and saw a row of young men with semi-hard to hard cocks with water dripping off their muscular football player bodies. It was a sight to behold.A few days later, Bill was attending some meeting at the high school and I was home alone. There was a knock on the door. "Hey, Mrs. H," the young man at the door said when I answered it. "Dylan, nice to see you," I said while inviting the 17-year-old stud inside. "My husband isn't here right now," I said. "I. Just, well, comfortable. I had one arm round her waist as I rubbed her tummy through her blouse. She, in turn, had her hands on my shoulders. She bent and kissed me. A surprising amount of tongue was involved as my hand moved to cup her breast. Then she undid her blouse and her front fastening bra. (My brain registered and thought ‘interesting choice…’) She moved my hand back so I could stroke and fondle her breast and hardening nipple. She caught my questioning glance - “The shop is closed for. Up to the window I sprang like an elf,Tore back the shade while she played with herself.The moon on the crest of the snowman we’d built,Showed a broom up his ass, clean up to the hilt.When what to my wondering eyes should appear,But a rusty old sleigh and eight mangy reindeer.With a fat little driver, half out of his sled,A sock in his ear, and a bra on his head.Sure as I’m speaking, he was as high as a kite.And he yelled to his team, but it didn’t sound right.Whoa Shithead, whoa Asshole, whoa.