’ ‘Ah ok, come in and sit down. I’ll run upstairs and grab my check book.’ He stepped aside allowing me to go inside. I walked in and sat down...on the couch as he ran up the stairs. After a few minutes Mr. Anderson came back down the stairs with his checkbook and a pen in hand and sat down on the arm of the couch next to me. As he sat down his robe fell open revealing his uncut cock, it was so weird I had never seen another guy’s piece before and for some reason I couldn’t take my eyes off of. . do Iknow you?"The girls looked at each other and giggled. The older one spoke first,"I don't think so, but we have heard a lot about you." You have?" That was perplexing. "From who?"The younger woman laughed. "We're scaring her, Alice." She smiled atQuinn and extended a hand. "I'm Cathy and this is Alice. We're Ricky'ssisters." Two of them, anyway," the one who was, apparently, named Alice added.Quinn accepted the handshake from Cathy and then one from Alice aswell. "Nice to meet you. So.... "Hi stud," she smiled.Again she was wearing her shortie t-shirt as night ware with a pair of thong knickers beneath. I put my arm around her slim waist and pulled her close."Hi," I whispered.Her skin felt smooth as silk. She put her arms around my neck and she reached up and kissed me."Mmm, you taste nice," she giggled."So do you," I replied and again we kissed.With my other hand I reached up and cupped one of her small tits and gently squeezed."Mmm, don't," she groaned. "I'm liable to come on. Some days it just doesn't pay to get out of bed. but keep reading...Still think you're having a bad day?A man was working on his motorcycle on the patio, his wife nearby in the kitchen. While racing the engine, the motorcycle accidentally slipped into gear. The man, still holding onto the handlebars, was dragged along as it burst through the glass patio doors.His wife, hearing the crash, ran in the room to find her husband cut and bleeding, the motorcycle, and the shattered patio door. She.