They stopped in their tracks, and Ray just says “Ahh jeez Dillon—ur own fuckin
b r o t h e r”? Dustin flashes a smile and just replies “yup”. Dustin lets out a yelp. I just roll my eyes. I paused for a moment, taking another sip of coffee. Dustin softly mutters “Holy Fuck”. I continue slamming my lil bro’s ass, and after just a few I feel the abs start to tighten up. Dustin asks me mischievously. “Ahhh, nothing”. About this same time, Johnny lets out a cry like a Banshee. So, we’re gonna jet. Johnny continues “His balls must be hangin 3” yo” ! Ray and Clay walk up to me and take a seat at the table with me. “Hey Matthew”? Suddenly he comes off, and reaching for the bottle of shampoo, drips a long stream into his ass crack as he bends forward. In walks Dustin and Johnny, covered in so much mud you could hardly recognize them.
