But serial killers kill for fun, or even for no reason, simply for the sake of it. Most of them are psychopaths.”“I’m saying that, Lucas, becaus... my mom and dad were serial killers.”“A couple of serial killers?”“Yes, they were really sick, completely sick. My memories of that time are confusing since it was over thirty years, but some of them are clear to this day.”“My parents were psychopaths. They met at the university. At the time, they already were serial killers, and one day, the target of. As she struggled in his grasp, he threw a leg over hers and held her hands in her lap. He laughed and said, “I’ll tell you all about it.”John stood stock still, his mind racing. Cory and Laurie? With Tony? He couldn’t believe his ears. Tony having sex with his daughters? Despite the seeming danger to his wife, John couldn’t move.“Knock it off!” ordered Tony. “I was taking their clean clothes upstairs to them. I was simply going to drop it off and take the lantern downstairs. But they started. It really is rather arousing. Watching a bunch of hot muscled men sweating on a field, talking shit to each other, and trying to impress the women in the stands.My husband was at second base. He was hot and sweaty. His muscles were shining in the sun. I smiled at him. I was hot. Way hot. I wondered what he had in mind when he asked me to do something special? He was known for having some insane ideas, although they are usually pretty fun. I thought about all the possibilities...All I new was.... The worse of this was the fact that her sister kept putting her hand under the table,and squeezing my crotch,and my wife was doing the same on other times.Soon we were in the lounge,the sisters abit drunk,the conversation was gettin heated and steamy,my wife left the room only to return with this posy pouch she had bought me,and insisted i put it on,so being turned on with the idea,i did just that,i returned to them both giggleing,my wife came over to where i was standing,and began to rub her.