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though."
    "Still can."
    "Nope, too late. Go wash up, and do it without getting soaked or making a mess."
    "Yes, mommy," the one she couldn’t reach with her hand said with a boyish tone.
    She crossed to the stove when they entered the kitchen and gave her attention to the transfer of dinner from pan to platter. She sliced the roast then went to set it on the table. The men sat in their chairs, hands under the table. She hadn’t seen them so proper since their mother passed on. It made her suspicious. Eying one then the other, she wiped her hand over the seat of her chair for what wasn’t visible before she sat. She fixed her plate, uneasy with the quiet. Any moment now, they were going to burst out with something to scare the living daylights out of her. Or wait for her to yell at them, because she can’t stand it. They’d win as it was already getting to her.
    Although, she could feign apologetic behavior, slip down beside them and give them blow jobs to bring back the men she knew. She flexed her thighs when her pussy jumped with excitement. On the other hand, why rush it? Let’s see how long they can last.
    She ate while watching them put food on their plate and eat ever so slow. Slow as in taking itty-bitty bites, chewing until they could only be doing the motion. The bizarre behavior was too much. After a long drink from the wine glass, she sat back. "What are you guys doing?" she asked.
    "Being perfect gentlemen."
    "More like prissy high society spinsters at a tea," she said then threw a piece of carrot at both of them in an attempt to get her boys back. They didn’t react like she wanted. Rather they took another bite and chewed with blank stares. "All right, enough." She threw more food at them.
    "Food fight!" they called.
    Carrots, potatoes and even the meat came at her from both directions faster than she could throw back. When the barrage ended, she saw food everywhere but on the table, even in their hair. She burst out laughing, went to sit, but missed the chair. "Oh, god," she lay back laughing, and struggling to breathe. They came to help her up, but she tugged them down to her. "You’re going to help me clean the mess up."
    "Sure."
    They started licking potato from her chest. It wasn’t what she meant by clean up, but hey, more fun. She picked food from their hair, tossed it on the floor and half-heartedly protested when her shirt came up over her breasts. "I don’t think there’s food under there."
    "Have to make sure," he said, moving his mouth between her breasts. Her husband never failed to go for them first. They were his favorite part of her body while his brother had to have her pussy first. Another point in the pro threesome column, she thought.
    She lifted her hips, letting Randy remove her shorts and crawl between her legs.
    "Could be something down here, too," he said, running his tongue around her pubic area.
    Sighing, she caressed Lenny’s cheek as she watched his tongue circle around her pebbled tip. He switched to the other as his brother's fingers probed her tunnel, slowly moving in and out. She caressed his side with her toes driving him to nuzzle in. He lapped and nibbled around his busy fingers. Her hands stretched over the floor, the pads of her fingertips pressing into the tile as she drew them back. A hand cupped her butt cheeks, holding her against his face. Shudders swept through her. Her pussy clenched.
    Lenny drew her nipple deep into his mouth, causing her to arch. "This is so hot," she moaned as a slithering orgasm moved through her. She arched and all of sudden, they left her. "Hey?" she panted.
    They looked at her. "Yeah?" Randy asked as he scooped up food on the floor near the table.
    "Thought you wanted the mess cleaned up," her husband added.
    "I do, but…" She watched them in disbelief.
    "But, what?"
    "Not at the expense of what you started."
    Lenny grinned at her. "Maybe we’re ADD."
    "And, you do have two hands." Randy said, dumping food onto a plate the looked