I must admit it got me horny listening to her beg and plead over the phone. But there was something weird. Not the call itself. For some reason girls ...ike to blow me. I must have good tasting cum. This kind of call was a little more than I usually get, but not that much. No, it was something else that was wrong, something I couldn't really pin down. Some agenda. Anyway I let her come over. I decided to get completely naked except for my super-shiny business shoes and full calf socks with. " Then with a chuckle, "and looking at the luggage you brought, it won't be empty for long."She stuck out her tongue at me bantering, "You're going to love some of the things I packed, so you just keep quiet, Mister." Careful young lady," in mock admonishment. "I'll give you something to do with that," alluding to her tongue, and she blushed knowing exactly what I was referring to."And you think I'll find that objectionable?" she shot right back.I just shook my head as she walked away chuckling. ’ ‘Honey, I’ve been humbled the last weeks. There are a lot of regrets I have, the biggest is the way I began putting myself on a pedestal. You have been and continue to be a wonderful wife. Don’t ever question yourself girl. You have done and stood for more than I had any right to expect…’ Gerry tiredly lay back against his pillow, ‘Now, I DO need to rest. Call me for dinner, hon.’ Then he turned on his side and settled down. His wife sat on the bed for some time, watching him. It took only. . a,” Heather stammered now.“A what, Heather?” I persisted.“A ... dyke! A lezzie, okay? She’s gay!” Heather blurted.“So what? That’s hardly a problem, I should think! Why are you afraid to live with your lesbian auntie, again?” I played things out a bit more while Mom stroked her pussy in full view of her stepdaughters.“She might ... might... , “ Natasha stuttered now in panic.“Might what?” I dragged things out further to torment the twins.“Might try to fuck us, okay? And we’re straight! Dykes.