Stan asked the barman about this, and was told "Oh, it happens sometimes. You just never know," as he bought the half pint of beer for him and an oran...ge juice and lemonade for Anne.They weren't alone long, though. Susan and Elaine came in, spotted Stan and Anne, and came over to sit."You're a little early aren't you?" asked Susan as she sat next to Anne, on the opposite side to Stan."No, not really, it just seems that way," replied Anne. "Stan asked the barman, apparently it's a slow week. It. ” He laughed. “When I grab them they belong to me and anybody who pays for them.” Joe looked at her with absolute disdain. “All whores are chunks of meat to sell and use.” He pulled out a knife and traced a line around her quivering breasts. “I could cut these off if I wanted too. Not now.” He paused as if in thought. “Don’t piss me off and you’ll keep them. You’ll earn money for me for now.” He said slapping her tits again leaving burses. “Be a good whore until I fuck you again.”He turned. The clothes don’t make the man, you don’t need leather and tats to be cool. You can rock that parka, you just have to own it.”She was remarkably perceptive, like she could smell the insecurity on him. He had to admit, he would have expected most women to be turned off by that, what was her game? Why had she taken a liking to him as quickly as she had? Was it the food? They did say that the path to a person’s heart was through their stomach after all, but he doubted that biker chicks appreciated. He took the chance while fucking aunt that night. While fucking, he asked aunt if she would like another dick along with his. She was in a deep horny mood that she said yes and she would love 2 more dicks in her.Uncle said to her then why not involve me and mom. The plan was working out. First, she said how can that be. They are your relatives and my mom is his own sister. Still while fucking her, my uncle said to her that he has fucked my mom a lot earlier. He also disclosed my mom’s.