”“Careful, there, Missy. What about your children?”“Oh, they wouldn’t care. My daughter has always been on my case to loosen up, as you call...d it. I think she fucks anybody she sees in pants. My son might get a charge out of mom doing something outrageous – more outrageous than anything he’s ever done.”“Parents?”“My mom isn’t cogent a lot of the time. Even if I told her, I don’t think she’d understand. She’s in a home and really doesn’t know who I am.” She giggled. “If I went to Sarasota, would. If anything, finishing the basement would enhance the sale price of the house should I soon decide to sell it as opposed to living here. Something I still hadn't as yet decided. Either way, it still needed to be done.Val has just finished scrubbing down the laundry room, coming out just as I entered the still as yet unfinished storage room. Just before I had moved out, most of my belongings I had stored down here on a temporary basis. As I began moving out, pushing things aside and such, I had. I found it strangely gratifying and jerked off that night thinking about it.My step-brothers were all bigger and stronger. Their strokes were much harder than mine. It was easy to see the hand marks that each of them left. Jeoffrey, the oldest, and Purcell, the next oldest, made sure to let their hand linger while they brushed their fingers against her cunt lips. It was obvious what they were doing, but James and my Mom stayed silent.James is the oldest and he went last. He used a ping pong. No worries. Round two would commence shortly. After that, who knew? The night stretched out before them like an empty highway.Afterward they lay next to each other, young blood thrumming in their veins, drops of hot sweat forming on the surface of their skin in large round beads. The ancient air conditioner groaned arhythmically, laboring under the scorching high desert heat.“I can’t take that racket anymore,” said Ashe. “Turn it off.”“Too fucking hot,” said Clay. “We’re gonna turn off the air.