"Nothin'. We're just talking about Ryan's little brothers," she told him."Oh yeah! They are exactly like Ryan. They are him."They laughed. "That's wha... we were talking about," Brian said.She got up to throw her gum away."They're just like Ryan," repeated the other guy. Matt thought his name was Jeff. He laughed. "They're gonna be gettin' laid every night too when they're his age!"Brian laughed."I heard that!" she exclaimed, sitting back down."I swear, you guys are just like rabbits." We are. In his mind he watched her jerking with an orgasm on her bed as he stroked his cock."I think I'm going to go to my room now. Is that ok, Daddy?" She asked and Ron slowly nodded that would be fine.He watched as she left the room with small tight butt moving so sexual. He tried to think of anything else but then he decided he really wanted to listen to her again. She was probably already using her toy. It was like being in a dream as he walked down the hall trying not to make any noise. As he. Carl, who was standing behind her, was afforded a delightful view.We drove down to the harbour in Carl's car. It was a two-door job and Kelly volunteered to climb in the back. I gave her a helping hand, or more accurately a helping finger. She was very wet. It was only a ten minutes drive to the harbour and we were soon parked. It was a beautiful balmy evening with just the barest hint of a breeze. A large number of people were already milling around. Carl led the way into the restaurant. The. Jones comes out through the sliding patio doors. “Hi Dear, I’m home”, she announces as she walks up to Mr. Jones and gives him a light peck on the cheek which he doesn’t even seem to notice. Then she spots me and waves, “Oh, hello Ben.” I say, “Hi” and turn back to pulling weeds. Mrs. Jones is a nice enough lady but I’ve never paid much attention to her. I see her at church and she sometimes helps her husband with the youth group. She’s probably in her late twenties or early thirties which is.