"Oooooh, yes, Roy, give me all of it," Mindy whimpered, "I want every inch of that big hard prick. Fuck me, little brother... FUCK MEEE!!" Yeah, come ...on little brother... hurry up and fuck her so I can have another turn!", growled Eddie.Just as Roy had hoped, Eddie was eating his heart out. He didn't want to share Mindy, and he sure as hell didn't want to share her with his "silly" kid brother. But to add insult to injury, Roy was well-hung, and Mindy was really getting off on his virile young. He knelt in front of me, and slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. As they fell to my knees, my panties came part of the way down too. I tried to pull them up, but not before Stan got a hand inside one leg, and massaged my curls. He removed his hand, and I adjusted my panties for what little cover I could get from them. They were transparent, except for a little yellow patch front and center. The yellow patch allowed one to clearly tell that this woman's pubic hair was exactly the same color. At first I thought about floating around on an inner tube or maybe using a kick board, but then I thought about using our pool noodles. We have tons of them as Mack once made a floating bed out of them by weaving them together. I didn't want to use the bed idea because it had been too cumbersome to fuck on, but we made a little cylinder out of three noodles cut short and circling my body. One under my arms, one at the waist, and two smaller ones around my knees. Each loop circled unto. Interestingly, when I got home I was straightforward with her. I came in the house, went to the fridge and popped a beer. I didn’t beat around the bust. “So, MaryAnn, you are hooked back up with shithead Vince again, huh?”No teary denials, no “it was just one time, honey; it didn’t mean anything” she looked me right in the eye and said. “Neil, it’s none of your business what I do.”“I’ve been wanting to tell you that I will not move to DC with you. I’m just tired of packing up and moving every.