Instinctively you begin rubbing yourself against one of the support beams on the porch.
The grinding action is starting to feel pretty good.
Then Ross shows up.
"Hey, Brad, is Katie-- woah!"
You ignore him, distracted as you are by the support beam's pleasureful rough texture provided by the old and chipping white paint.
Ross can hardly ignore you, however.
He seems to study your actions for a short while, noting your expressions of arousal and intermittent soft moans.
Soon Ross is stripping out of his running shorts and is copying you on the post on the other side of the front steps.
He takes a little while to get into it, but before you know it, he is making his characteristic high fluttering "oohs" and "aahs" of pleasure.
The front door opens and out walks Poppy.
He doesn't even acknowledge the two of you as he lights up his pipe and enjoys a smoke.
Then Sarah returns from school and sees you and Ross humping the two poles on either side of the front steps and Poppy in between you smoking his pipe, acting casual.
"What the fuck?" says Sarah viewing the scene.
"Hey, you watch your goddamn mouth," says Poppy.
"This is sick," says Sarah. "I'm going to Toomey's."
Around 8 PM, Pam comes home.
"Hi, Brad. Hi, Ross," she says, stepping between you and heading inside.
It's getting dark. But it still feels pretty good. And Ross shows no signs of stopping or even slowing down. What do you want to do?
Now that you're all reved up, head to Sandy's to finish the job.