Based on "Poem on the Underground Wall" by Paul SimonRoommates all have gone out shoppingFantasies, ...hey know no stoppingEagerly in stocking feetI pad into her sacred keep One Solitary PurposeFaces on her wall accusingGuts conflicting and confusingYet I find the strength to tamperWith the contents of her hamper I Pull Out Worn PantiesI'd caught a glimpse once long, agoStanding behind, she bent down lowA cotton, flowered fashion showEmbroidered. He gave Matt a nudge in the ribs and he looked up with a quiet "Whoa!" that got Jeff's and my attention."Hi Guys!" She said cheerfully flipping her long hair out of her face. "I'm doing some laundry, if you need anything washed just bring it down and I'll do it while I do mine."She karate kicked the overstuffed bag down the basement stairs and disappeared after it to the laundry room.Shawn got up and headed to his room, "Hey, since she offered."He returned a couple minutes later with an arm. .. but..." She looked at the table, held my right hand with her left, looked at the porridge, took a spoonful and wrapped her mouth around the spoon, swallowed, looked back at me, trying to smile but it wasn't her usual beaming, lighting up the world smile, this was regretful, rueful, slow and hesitant."You ought to have more than that. I know you should, deep down I know I need to tell you more. I ought to tell you what was good about it, which of my buttons it pushed; because you might want. Glancing out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Ken. His cock was proudly standing up in the air appearing to jerk back and forth in a beckoning manner. His words shocked and slightly upset her. "Okay little buddy... get it nice and hard for your slut daughter... cuz I'm goin' to fuck her brains out." Julia noticed Ken grab her dad roughly by the arm pulling him closer so Andy was bent over his lap. "Suck the fuckin' cock asshole... or I'll kick your ass outta here." Andy couldn't believe he.Read More
