1. 3 Evil s****rs-Part 4


    Date: 2/28/2017, Categories: Fetish, Hardcore, Author: steved0825, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    brought the medicines to me before I proceeded to pass out for the rest of the day. Friday changed around evening, with my migraine gone and my body back to its normal temperature, I was well enough to get out of bed and wander into the kitchen. Admittedly I wasn’t prepared to see Gene, Tiffany, and a man that I pegged as Gene’s father sitting at the table eating. “Max, you’re awake!” Gene smiled warmly and pulled out a chair next to her. “We were just about to eat dinner. Care to join us?” “Sure,” I shrugged and sat down as Tiffany loaded up a plate with food and placed it in front of me. “So you’re the famous Max we’ve been hearing so much about,” the man said with a slow, methodical nod. He was silently judging me, his eyes moving up and down my body as if reading a newspaper. “Um, I guess?” “Oh,” Tiffany gasped, “I’m sorry Max, this is George, my husband.” I held out a hand and he shook it, “Nice to meet you.” “Likewise. Gene’s told us a lot about you.” “Huh?” I looked at Gene for confirmation and she slyly looked away while scooping a spoon full of mash potatoes into her mouth. “Well I never got a chance to thank Gene for modeling for me. Without her I don’t think I’d be where I am today.” “You mean a runaway in friend’s house recovering from a three day fever?” George winked and everyone started laughing. If only he knew how accurate that statement really was I doubt he’d laugh so much. Regardless I chuckled just for appearance sakes before digging in. It was weird ...
    eating with Gene’s f****y, not because of her mother and father, but because they actually talked to one another while they ate. My f****y did that too, but it wasn’t in the light hearted manner that her f****y was currently displaying. Maybe that’s why is was weird, because instead of hearing news about boys or how stupid I was, they talked about their day. Is that what a f****y is supposed to talk about at the dinner table? It was dizzying to wrap my head around but eventually the dinner ended and as a sign of gratitude I helped Tiffany clean up the table. “You were pretty quiet at the table Max, everything ok?” she asked as I handed her a plate. “Just a little tired is all.” “You really shouldn’t lie to me Max,” she giggled and I turned to defend my horrible lie when she quickly followed, “I’m a mother and a psychiatrist. I’m lie proof Max. So let’s hear the truth.” Damn this woman’s good. “Guess I’m just not used to conversations like that at a dinner table.” “Really? Doesn’t your f****y eat together?” “Sometimes.” “And what do you talk about?” “Boys, or nothing at all.” “Boys? Max may I ask how many siblings you have?” “Three older s****rs.” “Wow,” she whistled, “That might explain it.” “Ya think?” I joked as I gathered up most of the dinner plates. “What about your parents?” “Mom’s always traveling, Dad’s dead.” “So it’s only you and your s****rs?” “Yep.” “I can see a that living arrangement causing some mental harm.” “You don’t know the half of it,” I mumbled out of ...
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