I called her and we arranged a date. She instructed me to wait in my car at the corner of Elm and 5th. For some reason she did not want to be picked u... at her house. When I saw her emerge from a bungalow halfway up the block my blood ran cold. This was a small town and I knew that house. It was the home of Big Sully, a loan-shark collector, a leg-breaker. Sully had gone to high school with my cousin; he'd done time for violent felonies. He was bad news. She slipped into my car, a vintage. "Stand up, John."He hopped to his feet. His cock was pointing at Becky's face."Would you like to fuck my tits?" Oh my God, Mom, I would love it." I thought so," Becky said and pulled John to the sofa and then slipped to the floor between his knees. As he watched she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. With each button she revealed more of her braless tits. Finally she separated the blouse and received a gasp from John. Then she stripped naked. With a smile she moved closer and wrapped her tits around. “Well I must tell you, Sarah, if I had a woman like you I would do the same thing. Maybe even a little more.” I was proud of my forwardness, and remember wishing I could be more like this when there was no assist. She glanced at Jason a second time, who was boldly staring at the striking bartender like his wife didn’t even exist. I could tell this annoyed her. I know it used to annoy my ex. “What do you mean by ‘a little more'?” She asked, looking at me intently while sipping her wine. I. I had never felt her leave.“We can’t do anything for the bird,” the younger girl told me, as if reading my mind.“Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” Luther sent over our mental network.“Yes, probably. The girl told me that they can’t do anything to help Samson though,” I sent to him.“You can talk together, just like my Sister and I,” the younger girl said before getting a startled look on her face.“We need to leave now,” both Sisters said, and suddenly the four of us were no longer lying there on.