“Drunk or sober, you’re just a bully who can only beat up women. You can’t even beat up a fifteen-year-old boy,” I goaded. He smirked triumpha...tly when I retreated a couple of steps as he advanced, waving the knife threateningly in front of him.“Chicken?” he asked, gloating. He saw me glance towards the women and realized I was leading him away from them. When he turned to look at them, I unleashed the first throwing star into the side of his face.He bellowed in pain and grabbed at it, cutting. .. please, Aunt Nora is a ... a ... a,” Heather stammered now.“A what, Heather?” I persisted.“A ... dyke! A lezzie, okay? She’s gay!” Heather blurted.“So what? That’s hardly a problem, I should think! Why are you afraid to live with your lesbian auntie, again?” I played things out a bit more while Mom stroked her pussy in full view of her stepdaughters.“She might ... might... , “ Natasha stuttered now in panic.“Might what?” I dragged things out further to torment the twins.“Might try to fuck. She had really turned into a Grinch as she had gotten older.He should have known that there would be a price to pay for someone who was ten years younger than he and had been such a good piece of ass. When they first started dating they had screwed constantly. She had done things that he had only dreamed of. He had been whipped. No question. After twenty-five years of marriage he was back to only dreaming about it. It reminded him of a joke he had heard at Harry's Bar. One guy asked his friend,. All of them had thought that she had been beautiful, but for this last month she had been a tease. They had seen enough to want to see more.Frank approached her. “It was Mark’s idea,” he explained. “I am sorry.”His dick disagreed, she thought as she looked at the bulge in his pants.“If it is any consolation, I had them all turn in their phones before they came in here. We don’t need ant record of this event,” he muttered. “They’ve also been told this is a one-time thing and not to treat you any.