Next thing the boys knew, the pants, the shirt, and the grundys were on the front room floor. Christner reached down and touched Rar.
"Leave those on, I'm in a hurry."
Christner stood up. Gina said, "Mr. Hurst is back," making engine noises and pretending to shift again.
Next they were between the sheets, the twins rubbing against the stubbly ankles, the humans snorting, and grunting.
"Why didn't that lowlife leave us on the floor?"
At least it didn't last very long.
"Don't fall asleep. Shower up and go home to your wife."
"Brother, he has another name, it's Grunter."
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