It did, but not how we expected. I watched Paula’s face contort in disgust as she ate the foods on her tray.In a voice that sounded like the kids in...primary school, she said, “My mother wasn’t right in the head. How could she force you to make me a specific meal each day from foods I hated? She ensured I always ate them by giving me smaller portions at dinner and breakfast than my body needed.”Hey! I get that look now. It is the one meaning you want to hunt down Paula’s mother to feed her. When I pulled my dick out of my pants I realized just pathetic my cock was compared to my little brother’s. Soft my dick was 3” hard at biggest. That couldn’t even begin to compare to the 6 inches that was swinging between my brother’s legs. I sighed and started to piss. Outside, in the room, I could hear Steven laughing.“Do you need tweezers to hold that thing?”“Fucking douche,” I said under my breath.I flushed the toilet and brushed my teeth before heading out into the room. Steven sat on the. A passionate burning inside me, a heat I couldnt contain, a soothing ache. We stayed in this passionate embrace for a few more seconds before parting. We should probably get inside. I wouldnt want you catching a cold, he joked as he flicked my nose. The summer air was damp and humid and it had to be at least 70 degrees outside, definitely not cold-catching weather. We hurried inside quietly, sneaking in through the back since were an hour late. I knew his parents would be leaving with my. She was sat on the top of our picnic bench, her feet on the seat. The top had been cleared of glasses and plates and it was free of clutter, only the thick padded rug covered the top. Paul was stood a few feet in front of her. I froze, my mouth went dry, the images from last week flooding into my head. Jill sat on the bench, reaching out to his cock, the sex, the lust and the fantasies that followed. Now I was watching my wife in exactly the same position. Had she cleared the table quickly on.