He’d be back to see the Woodson boys later. Sex She slowed to a walk as soon as she was out of sight. Luther, the smartest of the two, was still dumb as a rock. He took off at a run down the dirt road. Bringing back the mail would take her an extra 10 minutes each way and therefore late for work. Luther, the oldest Woodson boy at 34, slid his plate back, took the last sip of coffee and burped loudly. Maggie wanted to puke but knew she’d choke to death if she did. Tears streamed down Maggie’s cheeks. He slid her sheer tank-top up and over her head, exposing her firm breasts. Pulling out his fingers, Luther licked them off, then slid up, face to face. Oscar, hunched over his bowl of slop, looked up with that same stupid smile. Just worried about what them damn Worker’s Comp people have decided. He held his hand over her mouth and the other of his big arms around her tight. She reached over, slapped the alarm, looked over and Emmitt wasn’t in bed. He spread her legs wider, pulling them back until her ass was off the ground.
