It was a night like any other you were standing there behind the counter, your eyes barely staying open. That's when a man shoved his way through the ...oor. Blood flowed from his neck and his eyes, you jumped back in shock and instinctively reached for a small twenty-two revolver stored under the counter.The man turned to you and lunged at you howling wildly. You pulled the gun and aimed at him telling him to stop and leave the store. The man quite clearly didn't understand what you were saying. “I like what I’m seeing,” Marci replied, arching her eyebrows. “My sister is such a lucky bitch.”I was not believing what was transpiring. I was home alone, and my wife’s twin was seemingly coming on to me.“Look,” I told Marci, “I don’t know if this is right. We are both very married.”"It's all good," Marci shot back. "We can keep it just between us."Marci had always been the introvert and Shari the extrovert. Now, all of a sudden, I was seeing a side of Marci I had not seen before."Don't tell. And, whenever you address me, you will refer to me as Mistress Emily. Is that clear?? ?Uh, yes?I mean yes, Mistress Emily,? I stuttered.?Okay,? she said smiling. ?Let’s see what a good boy you can be. Strip off those shorts and that awful tee shirt.? Startled by what she had said, I just stared at her dumbfounded and didn’t move. Swiftly and without warning, her open right hand slapped me hard against the cheek causing the back of my head to snap back against the door. ?That,? she said. The tiny muscles tigthened and opened around my finger. I paused and slowly advanced. One finger, then two. I massaged her rectum. Her body arched off the bed. Once with such f***e that I felt that I was in a rodeo. Her entire body stiffened and then relaxed again. She suddenly sat up and lifted me by my underarms. I was surprised and aroused by her strength. She showered kisses over my face, neck, chest, tits, belly, downward until her face nestled between my legs. Her tongue lashed my pussy.