”With a sigh, she began to walk along the garden path which was quite a chore for someone so small, since it was paved quite unevenly with mismatche... bricks.“Perhaps not a Duke, nor an Earl,” she concluded, for it seemed that the garden had been ignored judging by the weeds growing up between some of the bricks. “A shame, for it must have been quite lovely and tame and now it has gone quite wild.”Soon, she came to a fork, or rather, the path forked, one path leading to the her right, the other. As she gasped I pushed it in further. Neither guy seemed to care that I had joined in. God, I was excited. I came quick but apparently as the other two guys did too. The three of us pulled out of her.Mom said, “Roy, Tim this is my son. He is home from college, early.”Tim and Roy said, “Hi kid thanks for helping us out with your mother. She is more woman than we could handle all by ourselves.”So I asked, “How long have you guys been fucking my mother?”Roy said, “Oh about a year now I’d say.”Tim. They still had the easy banter they’d enjoyed practically since Brin could talk - she might have inherited her mother’s looks, but she’d gotten Tom’s sardonic sense of humor - but every now and then she seemed to drift off in the middle of their verbal dueling. Then again, Tom knew Brin wasn’t the only one who’d acted strangely this morning. Before she’d jolted him out of his catnap, Tom had been in the middle of a disturbing dream. In the dream, Tom was reclining on the sofa with Lexi standing. She snuggled up to him and let one of her knees slip between his legs. He gasped, his legs clamping against her soft thigh. She felt his prick against her thigh and returned the gasp.Oh, my God, Sarah thought, his prick, I can feel his prick! She raised her leg a little and felt his cock press against her. His prick was growing, stretching out hard and long against her soft thigh. She wanted to reach down and feel his cock with her hand, but slipped both her hands around his neck instead.She.