“Are you threatening me?!!?” he demanded, getting to his feet.“You’re not welcome in my home. If you feel intimidated by the consequences of r...fusing to leave when told to, that’s a function of your own cowardice. You now have ninety seconds.”“And if I won’t leave?” he snarled.“Then I call the police. When I tell them who I am and that there’s an intruder in my home, they’re likely to come in here and taser you until you have a heart attack and we’ll all swear you were resisting arrest. Your. Number one and number two would make out for five minutes. And then, number three and four would do the same. Since it was my party, each of them would make out with me for two minutes each. I quickly popped the top on another beer.I have to admit, watching Gina and Deb making out in front of us was hot as fuck. They were deep kissing and feeling each other up. Before their five minutes were up, Deb even slid her hand between them and began rubbing Gina’s pussy through her thong panties. While. She pulled thehalf-expended pylon from her kit. She checked the setting that got themhere.She recorded it to Mem2.What were the jumps that got her here? Jas drew in the snow with anarrow. She listed coordinates."What are you doing?" Eleven dimensional math." Jas, there are wolves."Jas looked up. "Oh." She started to put the pylon away. Then she twistedit instead.The demons had jumped from here. Perhaps this was a thin spot.To hell.Jas found green. She opened a rip.They stepped into cold desert.. "But there's no chance of razor burn, and you will be hair free for two weeks." It's settled," Betty nodded. "You always used your husband as an excuse to get out of shaving. No longer. I want you nice and bare!" Fine," Sandy sighed, then a wicked smile appeared on her lips. "It would be pretty naughty."Betty laughed, then took a long lick up her slit. Sandy moaned, her round breasts—it was amazing that they only sagged a little considering her age—jiggling invitingly. I crawled over and.