In a flash, his right hand dropped, he had remembered his gun. Putting my knees against the back of his seat for leverage. The handgun rose, he twiste... his hand pointing the weapon my direction. I yanked to the left has hard as I could. The sharp snap of cracking vertebra preceded his hand going slack and gun tumbling to his lap, then down to the floorboard.I let loose of one side of the belt, dropped my feet to the floorboard and watched as his body jerked, shook, and twitched. I climbed over. I dug my fingers into my sister’s hair, rising closer and closer to that moment of eruption.“Gods damn, Pyrriah,” I growled.“Stop sucking!” Lasla moaned. She could feel my lust rising. She couldn’t manipulate it, but she could sense it. “He’s going to erupt on our faces!”Pyrriah ripped her mouth off my dick and pressed her face against Lasla’s. My sisters moaned, “Cum on us, Kurtis! We love you!”I erupted.My cum fired over their identical features. I groaned, painting them with my spunk. The. And I do want to fuck him, honey, I really do.”Mark looked to be momentarily stunned, but then he smiled and said, “I knew from the way Phil and Walter were staring at you in church, and then hearing about your listing deal, that one or both of those men would be trying to get into your pants. And the fact that you want it too makes it easier. I have been afraid to bring my fantasies up to you for fear of what you’d think of me. But now…but now…, shit, honey, it sounds like it will happen. I didn’t want this crowd trashing my place on a Friday night, grinding potato chips into the rug and pissing on the toilet seat. We weren’t exactly friends. I didn’t like the implication of his remarks about my wife either. That was my business and mine alone. He was just a guy I knew and sometimes I worked on a job site with him. That didn’t make us pals and didn’t give him an opening to invite himself to a party at my house. I had a wife and a clean comfortable home. Most of these other guys.