“But, let me guess, you got a kick out of me dating and screwing my own brother? Yeah, Mom, that sounds just like you! So, tell me, Dick, Karen, how...long have you guys been into the whole cuckold or hotwife scene? Or were you just swingers? Because most swingers don’t fluid bond, you know. They use protection to avoid that, in fact. So, honestly, was Keith, my real father, your Bull?” Tiffany rounded on Karen.Meanwhile, Mom licked her lips with surprising excitement at the idea that I had. Red propped herself up on her arms, all confusion gone now. She glared at him, in sorrow as much as anger, he thought. But anger there was. So let me just get this right Mr. Sandy Tourguide. You will agree to holiday with me only if I give you my ass? Just what sort of a deal is that Mr Niceguy? Nobody ever had my ass willingly, and I already told you, it’s not available. To you or anybody. Full. Fucking. Stop. And I was really getting to like you, to respect you. She was pulling on her. We played video games for a good three hours playing so many things but eventually we started to get a little bored. We should do something else, Dylan suggested. Like what asked Max. I dunno lets play a game or something. Thats what we are doing though. No like a real game. Like what truth or dare or some crap like that, I chimed in jokingly. Oh truth or dare that sounds like fun, Dylan said. Alright im in. Me too. So we all decided to play and it started off simple. Dylan was to go first as. He went into a shop to buy me a gift and I waited outside. “I know who you are, succubus.” I turned left and right but saw no one. My body began to give off the sulfur smell and I had to control it before it got out of hand. The people that passed me wrinkled their nose at the smell. “I am in your head,” said the voice. It was cold and feminine. “Who are you?” I hadn’t used my inner voice in years and it sounded strange to me. “You need to leave London and never come back.” I looked.
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