Angels moved tables and chairs to make a space. We posed for conflict. He awaited my move. I lunged and retreated. I lunged and dodged his counter. I ...tried manipulating his momentum but he caught it and slid through. "Good," he said. He made swift moves, unexpected shifts and nearly caught me with a low thrust but I escaped and countered with a chest high slash that made rudimentary undamaging contact. "Very good," he said and immediately danced around me, kicked out my knees and placed his. We were at the intersection of Colossal and Fuck Up. It took Sheila only a moment to absorb the implications of Darlene's unintended error. There was no conspiracy at work here, just faulty technology."Error or not, Mr. Richards' presence in our family of sisters might produce, er, unwanted sexual tension; that kind of stress can be bad for families," Sheila explained as she took a seat across from us."Seriously? If you're all lesbians, how can an old fart like me produce any sexual tension?" I. “Are you angry?”“No, John, I’m not angry at all. I’m just a little concerned,” Mom said. “I see you moping around today and I worry that you might be missing Becky more than you’re missing Katie. I just want to be sure you don’t break a little girl’s heart. Or your own.”“I miss both of them today,” I admitted, “but I know Becky has to move on. At least my head knows. My heart is having a little difficulty.”“I think you’ll be fine,” Mom soothed, “but we need to do something to get you out of. He stopped moments later as the guys swapped ends, her husband sliding straight into her and accelerating up to jackhammer speed straight away. Mr. 106 stood in front of her, his cock glistening with her own juices as she looked up into his eyes and he started to slide into her mouth. Like before she opened her mouth wider than she had done in her life as the solid flesh reached the back of her mouth and started to turn following the curve that led to her throat. It felt like it was widening &.