(ii)They all stood up when Carla walked into the basement.
She looked around, checking the new decor, basement decked out with two low, wide sofas, a couple of dark-wood coffee tables, mood-lighting—set perfectly for lascivious s*x, and a huge flatscreen TV fixed to a wall. The TV was showing p**n: a mature lady taking two men. She was up there in years while the two studs were fresh-faced and muscular. There were beer cans and several magazines on the coffee tables: more p**n, lewd s****l images on the covers.
There was even a bed down there.
Carla knew there were a couple of boxes of s*x toys stashed somewhere.
But she was there for the boys, not toys.
Carla looked at the group, arousal between her legs.
“Hi, boys. I’m Mrs. J,” she said.
The boys replied with shy greetings or a wa
