" I say with mock ignorance. I know the response will get your attention. You wrap your hand around mine and pull the knife from my hand and set it ge...tly in the sink to my left. I feel you pressing against my back. "Do you think that is an appropriate response?" You say, a harshness in your voice that makes my pussy pulse."No." I say quietly."No, what?" You say with a hiss. "No, sir. That was not an appropriate response." Much better. Now, where were you?" I take a breath and try to answer. After I’m excited, my butthole will relax a little anyway.’ ‘Okay,’ Dorothy said. ‘Besides, I want to be ready for Steve. I told him that we would try anal sex when he got here.’ ‘I’ve never tried that. Maybe after he’s done you, he’ll do me,’ said Dorothy. ‘He’d be a fool not to, with that cute little behind and that sweet little butthole of yours.’ They began kissing and cuddling again, their mutual excitement mounting. Louise guided Dorothy’s hand down to her flowing cunt and showed her how. ‘Well, I guess we’ll see after dinner,’ she said, smiling, before she looked down at her menu again. The waitress brought them their drinks and Elizabeth ordered the paella valenciana and Chase the pato cubana fajitas. Chase finally confessed, ‘I don’t get you at all.’ ‘What do you mean?’ Elizabeth asked coyly. ‘Um, you know exactly what I mean. First, you were abrasive and hating me. Then you were sweet and gentle and were warming up to me, and now, now I don’t know what to make of you-you. Dirt fell from its roots. I shoved it into the bucket. “Don't stop.”“Come fuck us, Daddy!” moaned my twin sister softly.“We're ripe and ready!” I whimpered.But he was pulling off the bag to dump the grass in the mulch pile in the corner behind the little fence. I shuddered and tore out another weed. He wheeled the lawnmower into the shed and then headed inside without even a word.Not even a, “Looking good,” compliment or, “Love seeing you girls weeding.” Something that could hint we had turned.