They should be returning shortly. Which brings up your next assignment.” From that evil grin on Steven’s face, she knew this could not be good.“...ou will find we put some lube in your bag.” Lisa didn’t understand. “You’re going to need some because when Josh and Jorge get back, you’re going to take them upstairs and fuck them both.”Lisa felt like all the air had just been purged from her body. With barely enough time for that to sink in, Josh and Jorge come strolling in. “Hey, Mom!”Steven mouths. I told you he would never gofor it. We better keep the money for flowers because his mom will killhim. I got to get home. I am all horned up thinking about it." He headedtowards the front door.Tom was right. Mom would kill me. So "Wait! If I said okay, how would itwork? No one and I mean no one could ever know. You promise not to thinkI am queer or gay. When it is done we go on like it never happened."John explained; "You get the money now. We all strip and you get down andgo to it. We agree. I, being the oldest, was asked to tell the story how my parents met and what kind of people they were. We always have a ton of food, everyone brought covered dishes, and plenty of soft drinks for the youngsters and a few beers for us. After everyone was through playing games and eating, we would sit down and tell our stories. I’ve told this story many times to my three kids and even to my five grandchildren. It never gets old and brings tears to my eyes. **** The story was told to me by both my. She wanted me to do something bad. Something that wouldn't be good, but... I would control the edit. I would ensure that it would do exactly what I wanted. I would be careful.Do something for my family.The shower hissed off.A moment later a wet and naked Sam burst through the room and rushed by, a big smile on her face. She was out the door in a flesh, my daughter's footsteps retreating to her room. I trembled as Steve came out.I put on a fake smile.Steve frowned at me. “You okay?”“Hmm?” I.