"None of your business." You two aren't swingers are you?" I teased."Bastard!" she griped as I rubbed the thong across the front of my jeans.~~~~~"You...re still mad about that, aren't you? After all these years." What," I asked, looking up from my book later that afternoon."Me telling Mom." Telling Mom! Fuck, you told the whole world!" I growled, still angry after four years."Well it was your fault. What the hell, I find you rooting around in my panties, your thing sticking out...yuck...it was. He came to the gate and pushed his head over the rail toward me. It was then that I saw it. As I looked into Stretch's eyes, I saw a plea. He seemed to say, "Please, help me. I know that you will come to understand me, so, please, help me!!"I went back to Sam's office and asked if he thought Stretch's owner would sell him. Sam said that he did not know but he would call them and ask. Then he looked at me as if I was crazy and asked, "What would you want with a crazy horse like Stretch?" I told. As far as I'm concerned though, I got way the best of it by having them living with me like they did. They can move back in anytime they feel like it. I'm going to miss having them around." Did you love either of them, or both? Did you want to marry one of them?" Shit, Danny, how do I know? I liked the arrangement we had. It worked for me. It doesn't have to be about anything else, you know? It was just a good deal all around, and we helped each other. They decided that they wanted to leave,. 'No rings or watches to be worn,' said Bryan. 'So hand them over as well.'Kevin and I fucked like rabbits for weeks on the strength of that first meeting with Paul. We both got a real buzz out of undressing in front of three fully-clothed people in a stranger's flat. We also got a buzz out of being the only ones naked in the room when Paul's other guests arrived.* * *Kevin and I really liked Paul: he made us feel special and valued. We saw him as an old man that probably couldn't get it up any.