“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 ...our 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 us, okay? And we’re straight! Dykes are ... gross!” Natasha insisted, making me throw back my. Then again, they'd spent all four years of high school in a boarding school in Europe, and they'd recently come back to live here permanently, so I hadn't seen them a whole lot during that time.I peeled off my clothes until I remained half naked, just my baby-blue panties with tiny pink hearts, and slightly ruffled at the hem. I'd recently bought them."Damn, that's sexy," Ian said, his tone filled with deep lust. "Turn around." They were always dominant, and they knew they didn't have to be. This was obviously not the way to do it, because she shied away from me like she was spooked, or maybe just because she wanted to get back to her doggy debauchery. But I wouldn't let her; I was hooked now and I had to know whether it would work or not. I let her head up from above my cock, which was surprisingly hard for having just cum, and I took a little of my jism on a finger and held it to Jinni's nose. That worked better; she licked my finger and then licked it some more, and by slowly. From this point forward there was no one in uniform near them that she didn’t know on sight. But her senses and intuitions were limited in comparison to his, ‘All is well, Husband?’ Her tone was casual even if the question and its meaning was not. She knew fingers of his magic were weaving throughout the crowds in the street in ways that she could not see and that she only understood in the small bit that she did now after many long hours talking it through with her two. But she knew he was.