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Subject: {ASSM} ST: "Teacher - Part 31" (nc, mc, F/t, incest)
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Date: Mon, 16 Jan 2006 05:10:03 -0500
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TEACHER - PART THIRTY-ONE

By Daemon Way

daemonway@yahoo.ca

	"You got some cool stuff for Christmas," observed
Dominic, the boys having just finished playing the DVD
game he'd gotten from his grandparents.
	"Yeah, I did.  By the way, that's a cool jersey.  You
get that for Christmas?"
	"No, for my birthday.  From Kenneth."
	"Yeah, from Kenneth?" observed Cory with a smile. 
"You and he and item now?"
	"Yeah, I guess, sortta," Dominic replied with a
blush.  It was sort of hard to consider them as
lovers, Kenneth being in Grade Twelve and seventeen
and him being in Grade Eight and having only that
month turned thirteen.  It was true though.  Kenneth
was the first thing Dominic thought about when he woke
up, and was the last thing on his mind as he lay in
his bed fiddling with himself before dropping off to
sleep.  Kenneth had given him the jersey for his
birthday and had even thrown a party for him, which
had been awesome except for the throbbing headache and
heaving stomach the next morning, and they'd exchanged
gifts at Christmas, very special gifts.  And they'd
had sex together, not just at Cory's party and at the
surprise birthday party, but twice since then, long,
hot, passionate sex with a lot of hugging, kissing and
caressing before sucking each other off.
	"I thought he was always bossing you around,"
observed Cory.  "Or is it that type of relationship?"
he asked with a grin.
	"Oh no!  Nothing like that!" Dominic replied, his
cheeks turning even redder.  "He's always kind and
gentle and loving when we have sex."  Realizing what
he'd just said, he got redder yet, if that was
possible.  His cheeks felt like they were aflame.  "He
was just trying to impress Nicole is all, trying to
get in her panties."
	"She still just as much a bitch?"
	"Oh yeah.  She'd have a cow if she knew Kenneth and I
were doing stuff."
	"He still interested in screwing her?"
	"Well, he still sees her, and takes her out, but I
think it's more of an excuse so he can come see me,"
Dominic said with a sly grin.
	"Cool.  What about you?  You interested in ever
trying it with girls?"
	"Not really," Dominic admitted.  Sex with Kenneth was
great, as it had been with Cory, to whom he was still
grateful for introducing him to the wonderful world of
sex, from his first jacking off experience back on the
Interfaith prayer day in support of families to the
taking of his prune almost two months ago.  He knew
what people said about guys who liked just guys, and
that did bother him, not just because it made him a
bad person, which was troubling in itself, but because
he didn't want to offend anyone.  He wanted to please
others.  He was one of those rare, tender, gentle
souls who was exceptionally sensitive to others, and
in his search for friends, would do anything for them.
 "Have you ever done it with a girl yet?"
	"Yeah," admitted Cory.  "Well, not a girl exactly.  A
woman."
	"A woman?" Dominic asked, his eyes widening in
surprise and in respect.
	"Yeah.  A married woman.  Mrs. Gilles."
	"Goosey's wife?" Dominic asked, his eyes growing even
wider with wonder.
	"Yeah."
	"What was it like?"
	"It was okay.  Different from doing it with a guy."
	"So you like girls and guys?"
	"I like sex," Cory replied honestly and Dominic
laughed.
	"You want to do something now?"
	"Sure."
	"You can screw me if you want."
	"Kenneth screw your ass?"
	"No.  Not yet.  His cock is sortta big."
	"Well, maybe with a lot of fucking I can get your
asshole loose enough to take him," Cory joked.
	"I'd like that."  Dominic was not joking.
	"Show me how you and Kenneth make love," Cory said,
getting up and lying down on his bed.
	Dominic was eager to do so, Cory being sort of
responsible for the two of them getting to know each
other.  Lying down on Cory's bed too and snuggling up
close to him, he slipped his arms about him and kissed
him, first on the cheek a couple times, and then on
the neck, and then on the lips, not forcefully and
passionately, but softly and gentle.  Dominic had
thin, kissable lips, and Cory eagerly returned the
kisses.  The two boys felt their young dicks begin to
swell, much to their delight and especially for
Dominic, who still could not get it stiff unless he
was with another guy.  Brushing his long, straight
hair out of his eyes, Dominic unbuttoned Cory's shirt
and slid it off.  He caressed his back, and gently
skipped his lips along his chest.  Cory quivered as
Dominic slipped his lips over his right nipple and
sucked on it gently, causing the sensitive bud to
become firm.  He eagerly pulled Dominic's shirt out of
his pants and slipped his hands under it and pushed it
up to caress his back and chest also.
	Their breathing became more laboured as their ardour
grew, and their kisses became more forceful and
passionate and their caresses more firm.  Their lips
locked together, they unsnapped each other's jeans and
pulled down each other's fly.  Cory was wearing his
jockey briefs and Dominic a new thong, he and Kenneth
having had the same thoughts and having bought each
other a package of sexy underwear for Christmas.  The
pouches of both pair of underwear were bulging.  The
boys cupped each other's pouch and caressed each
other's backside and thighs.  They interrupted their
love making to step out of their pants and remove
their socks.  Clad now only in their underwear, they
continued their lovemaking, Dominic eagerly taking the
lead and showing Cory how he and Kenneth did it.  Cory
was an interested and willing learner, and allowed
Dominic to cover his body with kisses and to grope him
wherever he wanted.
	There was no need for the boys to hurry and so they
took their time, kissing and caressing, finally
slipping each other's underwear down and reverently
fondling and stroking each other's swollen organ, Cory
being careful not to pull back on Dominic's foreskin
too firmly, Dominic still finding it painful to pull
his tight skin back over his knob though once it was
stretched back it felt awesome.  He loved having
someone touching and stroking his dick, and Cory loved
to fiddle with it.  It was silky smooth, and the
foreskin totally encased his knob and extended beyond
it in a fleshy tube.
	That was how Marian Wilson found them.  So engrossed
in their lovemaking, they had not heard the car pull
up into the driveway nor the back door open and close,
nor Mrs. Wilson come down the hallway.  Knowing
Dominic was over visiting she'd gone to ask if he
would like to stay over for supper, and Cory often
closing his door to keep the noise of his music
confined to his room, by his parents' request, she
really had not thought twice about opening the door. 
The sight of the two thirteen-year-old boys lying
there stark naked and playing with each other was as
much a shock to her as her standing there slack-jawed
and wide-eyed was to them.
	Her son, in the arms of a boy, naked, his hands on
the other boy's penis.  My God, her son was gay!  They
were both only thirteen!  No mother wants to think of
her son being sexually active, and certainly not as a
homosexual no matter how liberal she is.  A hundred
thoughts rushed through her mind, thoughts as to what
might have caused him to become gay, wonders and guilt
that she might be the cause, all the old housewives'
tales about the causes of a boy becoming queer, all
the stereotypes of homosexual men, the limp wrists,
the lisps, the effeminacy.  He was only thirteen. 
Perhaps it was not too late.
	"Uh, you're home early," observed Cory, not knowing
what else to say.  Dominic was too shocked and
embarrassed to even be able to think never mind speak.
	"You shouldn't be doing that," Marian said, staring
at the wall above the bed, above them.
	"We were just, ah, foolin' around," Cory said.  What
else could he say?
	"You shouldn't be.  Not at your age.  You're much too
young."
	"Why?"  Cory had learned whenever caught doing
something you weren't supposed to, play ignorant. 
Asking questions always flustered adults, especially
if it was about sex.
	"Sex is a very emotional and, well, complicated, ah,
relationship.  You need to be more mature, more
knowledgeable about life, about assuming
responsibilities for your actions."
	"Well, that's what we were doing, becoming more
knowledgeable.  Sides, we got sex ed in school these
days, and we take responsibility for our actions,
don't we, Dominic?"  Dominic only nodded.  He'd never
speak to his dad like that, never.  Cory was just
disagreeing, not being insolent, but still, he'd never
be able to have that type of discussion with his
father.  "That's what you taught me."
	"Well, yes, you are responsible, very responsible,
but, well, you're only thirteen.  I didn't mean to say
only," she quickly corrected, seeing the look in his
eyes.  "I mean you are thirteen.  You need to be older
to handle the emotions that are involved when two
people have a sexual relationship."  This was not
easy, and that the two boys were still sitting there
stark naked wasn't making it any easier.  "Put
something on, please."  She quickly looked away as
Cory stood and walked over to his desk.  He put on the
copper headband that he'd found of her grandfather's
that he'd taken a liking to.  "I meant your pants, or
your underwear at least."  The two boys searched for
their underwear and put them on.  Cory made no effort
to dress any further, so nor did Dominic.
	"We were just fooling around.  We're not an item."
	"An item?"
	"We're not like lovers or nothin'."
	"Two people of the same sex can't be lovers." 
Dominic flinched.  He wanted to disagree, but she was
an adult, and his friend's mother.
	"But you love Grandma, don't you?"
	"Yes, of course, but that's not the same thing.  I
mean two people of the same sex can't love each other
as a man and woman do."
	"Why?"
	"Well, because there are men roles, and women roles."
 That didn't come out right.  If she'd heard a man say
that she'd have said he was being sexist.  She didn't
believe in gender roles, not in the broader sense,
only when it came to sex.  "Sex is about men and
women."
	"Why?"
	"Because sex is about making babies."
	"That the only time you and dad did it, when you made
me?"
	"Well, no, it's also about love, but we are male and
female."
	"That's what I said.  Dominic and I aren't lovers. 
We're just having sex."
	"Boys shouldn't be having sex with other boys."
	"Why not?"
	"Because sex between people who are of the same sex
is unnatural.  God made your private parts so you can
reproduce, to make a baby."  She was right back to
where they were before.
	"Not to have fun?"
	She could not deny that sex was fun, and she could
not lie to him.  They had taught him that people did
not lie, and especially not family members to each
other.  "There's also diseases that men get from
having sex with other men.  Like cancer of the bowels.
 A man's penis was made to be put in a woman's vagina,
not in a man's, well, anyway, and there's AIDS and
HIV."
	"But Dominic and I don't have that.  You can't get
diseases unless you do it with someone who has the
disease.  We learned that in sex ed."
	"Sex is just supposed to be with a woman."
	"What's so great about sex with women?"
	"You'll find out, when you're older, when, when
you're more, when you can understand better."
	"Can't you teach us?"
	Teach them?  If only she could.  It would circumvent
them from trying to find out by doing stuff with each
other.  They say the only reason a man becomes a
homosexual is because he's never had a satisfying
relationship with a woman, and the same for women who
liked women. Once a boy did it with a woman he'd never
want to do it with a man.  Cory was sitting there
looking at her, waiting for an answer.  But how could
she teach them?  All the words wouldn't mean anything.
They already had the knowledge.  As Cody had pointed
out, they had sex ed these days.  What more could she
do that a teacher couldn't?  She could show them.  She
could have sex with them.  She pushed the idea out of
her mind.  What was she thinking!  But it was the only
way.  She knew that.  You learn best by doing.  She'd
read that somewhere.  Maybe in one of the parenting
books when Cory was a toddler.  Maybe it was something
a teacher had said in a teacher interview.  She could
show them how good sex was with a woman.  If it saved
Cory from being a homosexual, why not?  She'd do it. 
She'd do anything to save him from that.  But he was
her son.  And he was only thirteen.  Thirteen, and
with an erection.  She'd seen that.  He was
biologically ready.  What should she do?  There was
only one thing she could do, if she really wanted him
to be heterosexual.  She and Matt had always said the
problem with parents and with teachers these days is
that they didn't practice what they preached.  If she
really believed sex with women is great, she should be
proving it.  The more she thought about it, the more
convinced she was that Cory's suggestion was the only
solution.
	"Well, I suppose I could," she replied slowly, very
uneasy about the idea.  Sex with a woman was a
wonderful experience, a very wonderful experience. 
She could show them that.  Practice what you preach. 
She'd always said that, and she meant it.  Cory would
do it sooner or later anyway, and knowing his
impulsiveness and daring, who knows with whom that
might be.  Suppose it was a girl like that Annette
Gilles, a girl with a belly button ring and a tattoo
that said "hot ass" on her behind.  If he didn't,
maybe he'd turn out like Anton Gilles.  Now there was
a boy who was gay if there ever was one.  If a boy was
going to learn about sex, who better to teach him than
his mother?  Sex ed should be in the home.  She and
Matt had said that when they'd gotten the forms from
the school saying Cory would be taking a unit of sex
ed in health unless they wanted to exempt him.  Come
to think about it, Julius Gilles taught him health. 
Now what sort of sex ed program could he offer
considering his children?  Was that why she'd found
Cory in the arms of another boy, because of the three
weeks he'd spent living with the Gilles's?
	"Very well," she said, having convinced herself. 
Cory smiled.  "To begin with, making love between a
man and woman starts with foreplay."
	"You need four to play?" Cory asked, feigning
ignorance.
	"No," Marian replied with a smile.  "Foreplay means
those things a man and woman do to get each other
prepared for sex, things like kissing and caressing."
	"Maybe you should show us."
	That would be a lot easier.  She looked at Cory, and
then Dominic.  But with whom should she begin, her
son, or her son's friend?  "Well. . . ."
	"Why don't you begin with Dominic and I'll watch,"
Cory suggested, giving her the final nudge.
	So, she took Dominic in her arms and began kissing
him and caressing him, and then told him to take the
lead.  After the past fourteen years making love with
only her husband, it felt strange to be kissing and
caressing someone else, and to have them kissing and
caressing her, especially when that someone else was a
thirteen-year-old boy.  Dominic's movements of course
were hesitant and uncoordinated, which didn't surprise
her being his first time, and in that it was his first
time engaging in foreplay with a woman she was partly
correct.  It was different from doing it with Kenneth
where their actions had been spontaneous and out of
love.  This was more mechanical, more like a lesson,
and besides, it was difficult not to be
self-conscious.  She was an adult, and Cory's mother.
	She explained erogenous zones and demonstrated, and
despite the fact he was just a boy, she trembled with
the touch of his hot little hands on her breasts, and
the brush of his soft lips on her nipples.  And, even
though she was a woman and his friend's mother, when
she caressed his smooth, thin chest and ran her
fingertips over his nipples, they became firm, and he
felt a stirring in his underwear.  As she slipped her
hands under his briefs and massaged his smooth,
compact butt, his underwear quickly tented out.  She
was hesitant to pull down his underwear, but she was
becoming more aroused herself, and she had committed
herself to showing him and Cory the wonder of sex
between a man and woman.
	Skipping her lips along his chest and down to his
belly button, she eased the briefs down ever so
slowly, continuing to kiss his perfectly flat belly
and then his smooth, hairless pubes.  His little
dicklet looked so small and so adorable, the milky
white shaft and foreskin the same colour as his
stomach and his tiny ball sac.  The foreskin was long,
encasing his knob and extending beyond.  It felt so
silky to her touch.
	Upon being informed of his difficulty in pulling back
his skin by Cory, she sent Cory to the half-bath off
the master bedroom to get her hand lotion.  Upon his
return, she applied a small dab of the creamy,
perfumed lotion on the tip of her finger and holding
up the boy's stiff dicklet, she slipped the tip of her
finger ever so slightly and gently in the extended
tube of foreskin and deposited the droplet.  Squeezing
the extended foreskin and slowly and gently drawing it
up, she ever so slowly drew it back, just until the
tip of his little cocklet peeked out, and then
applying another droplet directly on the tip of his
penis, she drew the skin back up, thoroughly
lubricating it from the inside.  She once again drew
it back, just a little further this time, and applying
more hand lotion, she drew it up again.  And so she
ever so slowly and gently drew his skin back further
and further until finally she was able to stretch it
right back, revealing the moist, purplish, bulb-like
plum of his knob, glistening with lotion.
	She then turned her attention to Cory, touching his
erogenous zones, the tender inside of his thighs, his
nipples, his anus, and sending waves of pleasure
through his body.  And then she had him practice on
her, massaging her breasts, kissing and sucking on her
nipples.  It didn't seem that long ago that she had
held him as a little baby and he had sucked on her
breasts.  The thought of suckling him and now at the
age of thirteen having him again sucking on those
breasts sent waves of arousal through her groin like
she hadn't felt since she was a newly married woman. 
She ran her hands down his back, massaging his
backside, running a finger gently along the crack
between his ass cheeks.  How often had she wiped that
little bottom?  She continued over his hip to his
groin.  How often had she powdered him and gently
kissed his smooth pubes.  They weren't smooth now.
They sprouted a small, fine bush of reddish-brown
hairs.  And he didn't have a little baby's dicky
anymore.  It was firm and sticking up proudly, the
knob half-encased by his foreskin. She slipped her
fingers about it and slowly pulled back the skin,
revealing his mushroom-shaped cap.  How often had she
done that during his bath?
	Snuggling down, she slipped her lips over it and
sucked on it gently, causing him to tremble and inhale
with the stimulation.  That she'd never done when he
was a baby.  That was something Matt had taught her,
and that he enjoyed.  Cory ran his fingers through her
hair excitedly with his growing desire as his stiff
cock throbbed and ached in his mother's mouth.  He'd
never thought of his mother doing something like that
to a guy.  The idea of her sucking his dad's cock was
so hot!  A quiver of arousal rippled up his spine and
caused his stiff cock to throb.
	She sucked more deeply and worked her lips up and
down the delicate, slender, early teen cock,
delighting as much in bringing him pleasure, as she
knew she was, as in her own pleasure throbbing through
her loins.  Her labia had swollen and gotten moist,
and she reached down and stroked her now firm lips as
she sucked on her son's cock, the fact it was her
son's cock that she was sucking causing her to grow
even more aroused.  She reached for Dominic's hand and
showed him how to caress her labia, and then how to
insert first one and then two fingers, and how to
stimulate her clit.  As he did so, he kissed her
breast and then returned to her nipple and sucked on
it, and she reached over and gently stroked his
swollen, throbbing dicklet.  Their breathing grew
deeper and more laboured.
	Which of the boys should she introduce to the
pleasure of intercourse, her son, or her son's friend?
 Teaching her son the basics of foreplay had been
highly arousing, but the thought of having intercourse
with her own son was perverse, and, to her surprise,
highly erotic.  Having intercourse with his friend
while her son watched was erotic too, just as having
sex with the thirteen-year-old friend of her son was
also perverse.  She did not want to deny her son that
ultimate pleasure, the pleasure that only two people
of the opposite sex can enjoy, the whole purpose of
her intervention in their sex play, but she did not
want to show favourites either, and little Dominic was
just as deserving.  She wished she could do both at
the same time.  She wished she didn't have to make the
choice.
	In the end she didn't have to.  The boys made it for
her.  Having not only been introduced to the pleasure
of intercourse but getting it on a regular basis, Cory
left that experience to Dominic and indicated so by a
simple smile and nod directed to him.  Not only that,
he twisted around in a sixty-nine position and watched
as his mother spread her legs and Dominic knelt
between them.  He watched as the tip of the
thirteen-year-old boy's stiff cock pushed against his
mother's swollen, juice-slick labia, and easily
penetrated her body.  He watched as Dominic slid his
little, swollen cock up his mother's vagina until his
smooth, naked pubes were pushing against her curly red
hairs.
	And then he began to fuck, slowly pumping his hips to
and fro, sliding his aching, throbbing cocklet in and
out of her slick pussy, sending thrills of arousal
through his swollen flesh, thrills that were somehow
different from the sensation he had fucking Kenneth's
tight butt.  He quivered with the unique, new
pleasure.  He was fucking.  He had his dick up a
woman's pussy.  Having her hot, wet cunt gripping his
cocklet as he withdrew and then opening up to him as
he plunged in was so erotic.  Having Cory laying there
watching was even more erotic.  And, that he was
fucking Cory's mom was most erotic of all.
	Watching Dominic's dick sliding in and out of his
mother's swollen, dripping pussy was erotic for Cory
too, as was having his mother sucking on his cock.  He
wondered how often she sucked his dad's dick, and if
getting screwed by Dominic felt as good as being
screwed by his dad.  Antoinette had often said how
much hotter and how much better it was being screwed
by him, but then she was talking about Julius, and if
he was no better at making love than he was at
teaching, then he totally sucked.  Actually, his skill
was in being a dog's bitch and in being a toilet.
	For Marian, it was like having sex for the first
time.  She'd been a virtuous teenager, never going
farther than necking with a boy, not even with Matt. 
The first time they'd had sex had been on their
wedding night.  That was a different generation, and a
different time.  Things were different these days. 
Youth was much more knowledgeable, and society much
more lenient.  She inhaled deeply, delighting in the
tremors of pleasure between her legs as young Dominic
humped her furiously now, approaching his orgasm.  She
wondered if he was old enough to cum yet.  She hadn't
even thought of that, or of introducing the boys to
condoms.  She wondered about Cory.  They were fine and
just a small bush, but he did have hairs.  To drink
her young son's seed, now that would be very hot.
	It was, more than she or Cory could have ever
imagined.  He warned her only seconds in advance, and
then trembled and groaned as his thin, aching cock
throbbed between her lips and he spurted, his thin,
watery, early-teen cum filling his mother's mouth. 
Cumming was always an awesome experience, and cumming
in his mother's mouth was even more so.  He closed his
eyes and his head spun dizzily as spurt after spurt
erupted from his hot, aching young cock.  His cum
collected in her mouth and flowed over her tongue.  It
was sweeter and not as thick as her husband's, and she
delighted in the flavour and the texture before
swallowing it.
	And then Dominic was quivering with his climax, his
body tensing and his eyes closed as he whimpered in
sheer delight as wave after wave pulsated through his
groin and his leg jerked uncontrollably.  She could
only imagine how delightful that must be when you are
thirteen, and with that thought she reached her own
orgasm.  Her body jerked and she thrust her hips up
off the bed as her cunt spasmed with that delightful,
sweet pain.  She clamped her hot, firm lips about his
slender cock, delighting as much in her own orgasm as
she did in the knowledge she had also brought him off.
 The two of them grasped each other tightly, the
thirty-seven-year-old wife and mother and the
thirteen-year-old boy, locked together in that most
blissful of moments, their bodies quivering with a
mutual and shared pleasure that pulsated through their
loins and left them light-headed.      
	It was a wonderful experience, so wonderful that when
it was over and she lay back on her son's bed, she had
no regrets and felt no guilt.  It had been good, very
good, for her, for Dominic, and for Cory.  She knew,
from their laboured breathing and their parted lips,
that the pleasure she'd felt they had also, magnified
by its novelty and their youth.  That, the novelty and
their youth, magnified it for her also.  As she lay
there in postclimatic bliss, she wondered what it
might be like to have sex with some of Cory's other
friends.  It was a perverse thought, but after the
experience she'd just had, a most intriguing thought
also.  Something as pleasant as what had just happened
should not be a one-time experience.
	She was not alone in her thoughts.  She was right. 
It had been good for Dominic too.  He smiled as he lay
there on his back, his young cocklet and still
developing balls anointed in cunt juice for the first
time.  It had been good, and he'd like to experience
again, though, he concluded, sex with a woman could
never compare to the sex that he and Kenneth had.
	Cory was content also as he lay there staring up at
the ceiling.  His mother knew how to give a great blow
job.  That part of their sex had not been the result
of his headband, nor the lust she'd felt.  All he'd
done was initiate the action among the three of them. 
It had been different, having sex with his mother,
different from having sex with Mrs. Gilles, and
different from having sex with his friends.  Every day
was a new discovery.  As he reached down and fingered
his limp, sticky organ, he was already thinking of
other ways he might explore this new pleasure.  And,
he thought dreamily, if motherly love was so awesome,
fatherly love had to be at least as great.

******

Thanks to Absalom for suggesting Cory and Dominic
explore a relationship with his mother and suggesting
this as one of the possible scenarios.  What else
would you like to see happen?  What further fun and
havoc can Cory create with his growing awareness of
the power of his great-grandfather's headband?  Have
you ever had someone you hated and wanted to get even
with?  Email me your idea and I'll write it as part of
this story and if you wish add you as one of the
characters.  Anything goes, the hotter and more
perverted the better, except I don't write snuff and
torture of kids and anything involving player
characters would need their collaboration.  Non player
characters available for your amusement and abuse
include the Gilles family, Vice Principal Stuart
Millburne, Baptist Pastor Winthrop and his family,
Kenneth Ballard and his mother, Father Henry, Calvin
Cosher and his daughter Stacey, and the WCHS gang. 
Player characters created by readers so far are
Dominic, Terry, Anthony, Bob, Billy Dean, Ben Hanson,
Jacob Schuller and Benji Gilles with a supporting cast
of Jonah, Lane and Spence, Nicole Halder, Molly and
Trang, Nick, Elijah Dean, and of course Lad, Rocky,
Shep, and the star of the series, Cory Wilson.


	

	
		
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