“I’m, Hector,” said a Mexican retard with a smile and a vigorous handshake. He wore “Aquatic World” t-shirt and black shorts.“They call me...Skippy,” said a blonde retard wearing a snoopy t-shirt and khaki shorts.“I’m Walther,” said a muscle bound retard with red hair. This dope wore blue plaid shorts and dark blue shirt. Lara remembered he was definitely one of the retards who grabbed and squeezed her ass.Lara could not believe how these guys all looked alike, even the Mexican retard looked like. It was different with my Auntie Rose’s pussy, I knew instinctively what it was and what my hardness was and all I could think was that someday I would be humping that thing every night just like my lucky uncle.Well, here I was at age twenty-eight blessed with a whole stable of high-class broads and all I could think about was my widowed Aunt who at thirty-eight still never failed to give me an erection just thinking about what she was hiding under her tight pencil skirt and loose fitting blouse. Katrina pushed at the air before her face, trying to dispel it, but it wasn't until she had reached the first floor landing that it finally faded. Glancing around the living room, the young teenager came close to feeling satisfied that whatever had caused the smell had gone. But then a noise caused Katrina to jump a bit, startled by its suddenness in the thick darkness.Stifling a yelp, the girl clutched her chest and glanced around wildly, the sound was louder than before, but still hard to. They spent all day together just sitting and touching. He was so damaged that sitting was almost all he was capable of, but they positively adored each other. When he went down for his frequent naps, Baby Girl settled on the bed beside him and glared at anyone daring to try and disturb his sleep.The four of us were always together. If it were possible, after all the publicity that surrounded our wedding, Cathay was even more in demand. To balance work and life, she carefully chose which.