There was this wild garden surrounded by great thick walls a metre higher than their heads, secluded and in need of a gardener's pruning scissors. Red...Silver Maiden Grasses were a jungle and taller them the two men walking through them; it seemed another part of the world but the village of Lourosa, azaleas of many colours growing in between and tall and un-pruned, a veritable alien forest you couldn't guess from the outside road and walls; and they walked in the only pebbled path, crunching. “No she didn’t, but guess what I heard? She was moaning your name.”“Wow,” Harry said, “I didn’t think that she’d jump on board that quickly.“I know right,” Tracey agreed. “I know that she’s never really wanted you before. Well, I mean, you are pretty hot so obviously she thinks you’re attractive but it’s not like she wants to steal you away from me.”Harry grinned at her. “She couldn’t steal me away from you even if she tried.”Tracey smacked him arm playfully. “Don’t I know it. You’d have to be. I might add, that she had a very strong sexual presence about her, and this made it a no brainer as to which of them I gave the most attention. About 10:30 p.m, Lynette said they needed to go as she was on shift and starting at 7:00 a.m. the next morning. She insisted that I follow them around to the flat and have a last drink. By this stage, I was enjoying their company and so agreed to follow them home. When we arrived at their flat, Rachael disappeared into her room. Lynette grabbed my arm. " Ew, Dad," Tiffany pretended to be grossed out. Something about her dad's bluntness was making her wet again."Your mom is such a prude. We have sex at most once a week, if even. It's always the same too, she grinds on top of me until I cum and then we're done. She barely gets fucked at all."Tiffany's face was bright red. She was trying to imagine her mother's petite frame gyrating on top of her father's hips. At the beach, she had seen the bodies of both her parents. Her mother was bronze.