Yes, ma'am." Gwen continued now even softer and slower, "Neil, you are the very worst sort. Brave only when your victims are weaker, and a total cowar... when confronted by someone stronger. Never again, do you understand?"Neil was quicker this time. "No, ma'am, never again." Gwen smiled coldly as she continued, "You don't realize it Neil, but this time you mean it. Billy will be watching you, Neil. If you slip back into your old tormenting ways, this pain today is but a tiny sample of what you. "Soon we met at the end of the driveway where the plows had tossed up two feet or more of snow and slush which froze overnight. If Jack was surprised to see the sidewalk done he didn't say anything. We looked at the usual plow mess for a few seconds.Jack shrugged and said, "I'll chop, you shovel, okay?"I agreed, so Jack carried the aluminum bladed shovel back down the drive and propped it next to the back door steps where dad kept it during the winter. He found the much-heavier steel-bladed. I wouldn't have thought of this.I finished my food and moved out into the living room with a can of mountain dew (since I was now immune to toxins, I found alcohol no longer had any effect on me). I was just settling into the center of the sofa when the door to the master bedroom opened and out they came. They had dolled up in a hurry!Maria turned on the stereo and ZZ Top began filling the room with music for the girls to move to."First," said Maria, "the outfits we bought to wear when we go. At one point the retreat of his tongue would come with the sounds of a small plop as the vacuum was broken, and his mother's asshole would gape open and slowly close right until it was stretched out again by a new invasion of his tongue. Mark's face forced itself tightly between Jennifer's warm globes again and again, his nose pressed flatly against the humid crack of her ass, and his tongue would disappear deeper and deeper into his mother's backdoor, which itself was helping by sucking his.