The triplets followed her eagerly outside. "I think I hear a challenge, brothers," one of them laughed and stepped up. He swept Lydia in his arms and off her feet, pausing only to capture her lips in a heated kiss. His body pressed so close against hers was warm and muscular. Gently she was being lowered onto the mossy ground, only for her back to land on another masculine frame first. She couldn't see which of the other two brothers it was - not that she would likely be able to tell them apart anyways - as she was still being kissed, her mouth invaded by a probing tongue. A pair of strong hands cupped her breasts and played with them, pressing them together and kneading them about, thumbs and forefingers finding her hard nubs to pinch and tug. Warm breath and a whispered "you're lovely, my lady," blew against her ear, while something, no<em>somethings</em>, hot and throbbing pressed insistently against her lower back and thigh, still separated from her skin by cloth. Her leg was lifted and her delicate toes kissed as the third brother started to work off the clothing on the bottom half of her body, to render her bare and ripe for their taking.