"Oh god! YES!" I whispered loudly to him. There was still people upstairs and I needed to stay quiet so no one else could tell how dirty it was about ...o get in the basement.I heard him unzip his pants, my pussy was creaming harder now. His fingers had loosened me up enough that his cock head popped right into my tight tunnel. Both brothers seem to moan in unison.I looked to my right and saw my boyfriend stroking his cock rapidly as his brother pulled out and instead slid straight in my cunt. I. The beaver is our mascot. He’s a cute little thing, isn’t he?” Her hand was back on his cock and started to jack him off.“Yeah it’s cute but I want to see the real beaver in there!”“Oh, that’s such an antiquated expression. Where did you even hear it? They don’t look like that anymore.”“Prove it”, yelled Ken. He was all the way in Amy’s ‘beaver’, grunting in time to his rapidly increasing penetrations.Colleen seemed interested in what Ken and Amy were up to before she realized what Amber and. She showed him a couple of other things in the bag - sunblock, sunglasses, flip-flops and her own t-shirt to keep off the sun if needed. She put the glasses on, pushed them up on top of her hair and stepped into the flip-flops."I'm ready," she smiled."Wow, I'm impressed," Doug said. "You break the stereotype of a woman taking hours to get dressed." Yes I do," she admitted. "I hate vanity."He smiled as he watched her walk to the door, thinking that she'd still look better than most women if she. "So what is it, girl?" the man asked her again. "How old are ya, really?"Amy swallowed hard. Her knees were wobbling. "Eighteen," she lied again, softly this time."But you got no ID?" the man said condescendingly. "Well, shit. We're in a bit of a pickle then, ain't we? You can't prove you're 18, but you says you is. Hm. Tell ya what, I'll ask ya a couple questions. Maybe you can convince me you're legal without gov'ment approved ID, whaddya say?"Amy looked up at him hopefully. She'd already.