."He began squirming under my handling of his erection. I smiled as I recalled a saying from years ago: "The way to a boy's heart is thru his hard pen...s."I released my hand from him and said, "Take down your shorts, Ronnie."He reluctantly obeyed my command. His will to resist had been overpowered by his need to cum.This time when I took hold of his prick he melted into my arms. His far-off, dreamy gaze told me I could do or say anything I wanted.I kissed him hard on the mouth and his lips. Sheturned to me. "You have to do a volunteer project now to get into a goodschool. It's expected." Oh, I thought."He's thinking of doing two weeks in a village in Senegal. They havethem put up solar arrays for power." That's terrific," Andrea said. "Sherri Marks' son did something likethat. He dug wells in Ghana, and he just got into Amherst." I smiled,wondering what the causal link was. Was he mediocre, but Amherst said,"well, he dug a well, so come on in?' I sat and listened to them. Barbara and Zera looked at him. The twin with shock, the lesbian with self-incrimnation. Owen stared down Zera, “What about Wendy?”“She’s yours, all the way,” Zera said. “I swear to God.”“What the fuck?” Barbara flapped her gums. “What the hell?”“We pushed and prodded you for hours ... Barbara?” He chased her name.“Yeah, and my sister is Brandy,” Barbara rolls her eyes. “If you ever have twins don’t give them matching names.”“Fuck, when I bought you--”“Bought her body,” Zera interjected.Owen. Then I unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly. I pulled down his pants and underpants and slipped them down around his ankles and off of each foot. Then I pulled his socks off and let him sit on the side of the bed. He was really tired, so instead of sitting, he lay on his side on the bed, but looking at me. I unzipped my boots and pulled them off and Stan sat up to get a better look. I took a few steps away so the light was not as good as I slipped my sweater over my head and took if off of.