It was a Saturday morning and Francis was down at the athletics club training. She went into his room to tidy up, although there was never much to do ...part from vacuum as Francis always put his clothes away and made his bed. She looked over at his neatly made bed and saw a slight lump in it just near the pillow. She went to smooth it out but found something soft, like clothing under the bedcover. Claudia raised the quilt to remove the item. She gasped aloud. There, lying crumpled up, was a pair. Came storming onto the porch and slammed the main door open, nearly shattering it as it banged hard against the wall."Where the hell is that little shitass punk!? Graydon, where the hell are you?! Get your stupid ass down here, NOW!"Graydon was upstairs studying at his small desk. Heart in his throat, he set his book down and descended the steep, narrow staircase to the doorway below, cautiously turning into the main room and wondering just what he'd done to be catching hell."I work my ass off. Brock couldnt see Myrons cum running out of his mothers mouth and nose, but could tell what happened by her coughing and gagging. Im so sorry Kathy. Myron said. As soon as she could comprehend what had happened she smile and said, Im ok, but damn that was wild. Well Brock was still stone hard and was ready to cum one more time. He asked Myron if he could lick his mother one more time and asked her if she could take it. They both were all smiles as Myron resumed his earlier position between the. All - but one-were bearded with dark hair and skin. As she watched, they disrobed, laughing and stroking their cocks. Mary tried to make them understand that they could not do this to her; that she was a prisoner of war- that there were rules! They ignore her unintelligible words. She tried simpler communication, screaming "NO" and "PLEASE!" at the grinning, hairy, unwashed men clustering around her. They laughed at her, replying in their own sing-song language. Mary tried desperately to make.