I smile and say hi as we move inside, u shut the door behind u but cant take ur eyes off my sexy ass. We've barely walked inside when u spin me around... ur hand reaching behind my head to pull me into a kiss. Our tongues play as ur other hand moves over my body softly, making me shiver and moan softly into ur mouth. I wrap my arms around u, pulling u into the kiss even more as ur hand moves further and further down till it's playing with my ass. I feel u grow hard against me as our bodies grind. At the same time it made me wonder whatthey would do if they found out that I was the one who washed Tracy'spanties and bras each week and I was the one who straightened up herclothing. My father turned to look at me. "Maybe Greg has been a goodinfluence on her. He's always been fastidious with his clothes, hasn'the?" That's true," my mom said."I don't think so dad," I said. "When would Tracy and I ever talk aboutthat?" We're just joking Greg," my dad said."From everything we hear, Tracy is one. ”“What are you doing?”“I’m looking at one of the Isaacs books. Aboriginality. Gramps lent me four of hers.”“So, you’re have a hard time at school.” Patrick remarked after dinner.“Not hard. I’m the ‘other’ to them.”“You’re not supposed to understand that.”“Nor your being a python nor me an eagle.”“Hmmm. Do you fight?”“No. Pushing in the hallway, but no real fighting.”“Do you retaliate?”“Not worth it. But I have a plan. A Pitjantjara plan.”“Can you explain to me?”“Sure. I’m gong to point the bone. ” I replied, hating every word coming out of my mouth, realizing it was truth.“Because I want it too.” Molly replied plainly. “Plus, it’s not like I completely loathe being around you. You’re kinda scummy, and not a good friend. But you have… good friend qualities.”“I’m trying to change for you.” I replied in a protest.“Don’t.” she simply replied. “Don’t change for me. Change if you really want to.”“So if you weren’t a factor, it wouldn’t matter to you if I still was old Aaron?” I asked, trying.