One year later, she married my father. Mom had a son from her former marriage, my half-brother Gary, whom I always adored and looked up to. Gary was a...ways my hero and protector when we were kids, and could not have loved him more even if he had been my full sibling.My dad’s name was Harold Dickenson and he was referred to as HD. The acronym was an apt one because he had a very large cock and those in the know, knew that it also stood for ‘horse-dick.’ My name was Peter, and early on I became. One afternoon, I was particlarly horny, the wife was gone and I had been looking at porn on xhamster. I couldn't take it anymore, so I thought I would be brave and go next door and ask her if she wanted to split the cost of a fence (it was all I could come up with to talk about).I knocked on the door and heard someone inside. She came to the door and slowly opened it. She was barefoot and in a nice white robe tied at the waste. I kind of choked out that I wanted to talk to her for a second. She was almost jumping up and down on the grimy sidewalk with her mature tits bouncing and her ass cheeks swinging without any girdle to hold them in check for modest contemplation.I found out that she was called “Angie” in short for Angelica and I didn’t mind the fact she had a thin hint of a moustache above her lip because she more than compensated for it with her hour-glass almost perfect figure for a woman pushing forty that obviously was in drastic need of getting laid to shuck her. They would be welcome to interact with the brain trust, but it would have to be from their own initiative. I wouldn't prevent them from doing it, but I wouldn't encourage them, or more importantly, allow Joyce to encourage them, to do so.I came home ready to do battle with Joyce. She wasn't there. Phil told me that Joyce had borrowed his truck to use it to help move Dale and Eddie over to their new apartment. Joyce returned, alone, at six thirty. The rest of us were just finishing up with.