The devil's pact - S01 E34

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The devil's pact - S01 E34

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 34

"So that's it, I need a sexy photo and a box?"

"Well, there's the yarrow, and the..." Mary cut me off with, "What's a yarrow?"

"It's a small, white flower. We can pick one up at Lowes or Home Depot. And then we'll need grave dirt." Mary arched an eyebrow at that. "And, the bone of a black cat."

Mary blinked in surprise. "A bone. You mean you killed a kitty?" Mary asked, plaintively. And then she punched my arm.

I shifted, uncomfortable. "Yeah," I said, slowly and cleared my throat.

Mary swallowed. "So, I have to kill a cat?"

I shook my head. "Um, I have, um, leftovers," I said, delicately. Mary relaxed, but still looked uncomfortable. I squeezed her thigh. "It'l be okay."

She breathed in deeply. "Okay, so I guess we need to go shopping."

We found are sluts cleaning the house, still naked. I told Desiree to take Allison out and get them both sexy maid outfits to wear inside house and for them to buy the sluttiest clothes to wear outside the house. Desiree would take her car, a white BMW 3-series, and to use her husband's credit cards. Mary told her to go to a sex shop and buy some strap-ons and dildos. An image of Mary wearing a strap-on fucking Allison or Desiree flashed in my mind and I smiled. Mary saw my smile and gave me a wicked grin in return, and then she handed a list of art supplies that she wanted the sluts to buy. Mary was an artist, attending De Vry University to get a degree in Graphic Design.

I grabbed my keys, my wallet and my camcorder and Mary grabbed her purse and we left the house and got into the Mustang. The engine roared to life and I sped out of the neighborhood. A lifetime of speeding had prepared me to drive my Mustang recklessly. Mary held onto the "oh shit" handle. I wasn't sure what the handle above the passenger seat was for, but that's what my friends and I called it. You held onto it when the driver was taking turns way to fast and yell, "Oh shit!" in terror as you prayed your friend wouldn't get you killed.

Mary punched my arm. "Fuck, you trying to kill us!" She was mad so I slowed down to just fifteen over the speed limit and that mollified her.

We made good time zipping down 39th Avenue and reached the Lowes. This Lowes had opened just the year before, right across the street from the old Lowes. I parked the car and we made our way through the store and into the warm, damp greenhouse attached to the side of the building. The air was filled with the sweet scent of flowers and the acrid scent of fertilizers.

I was searching the rows of flowers, looking for the yarrow I had bought here just last week when Mary nudged me. I looked over at her and she pointed down the end of the row. There stood two beautiful, fifteen year old identical twins. They were both blonde, one had short hair and the other a long braid. Short hair wore tight, white shorts that clung to her boyish hips and a pink tank top that exposed the beautiful slope of her perky breasts. Braid wore a button up, blue blouse with ruffled sleeves and a tight, dark blue miniskirt. Both girls had gorgeous, skinny legs. Behind them shopped a man and woman, clearly their parents.

The father was a big, blonde man with a fit, athletic build that made him look younger than a man who had two teenage daughters should. And his wife was a stunning, brunette bombshell. She wore a tight, red tank top striped with white chevrons, her breasts filling the shirt out nicely, and a pair of skinny jeans that hug her ample curves like a second skin.

"What do you think," I asked Mary.

"Mmhh, I'll take the wife and you can have the daughters," Mary purred. "I want to suck on those titties. They are as big as Desiree's."

I led Mary down the aisle. "Hi," I greeted, shaking hands with the father. "I'm Mark and this is Mary"

"Oh, I'm Cathy Cunningham," the wife said. "This is my husband, Jim." Jim grunted, it may have been a greeting. "Don't mind him, he's shy around strangers. And these are daughters Daisy and Rose, Cathy continued. Short hair turned out to be Daisy and braid was Rose. "It's been so much easier to tell them apart now that there teenagers," Cathy joked. "When they were little they just had to wear the same clothes."

The two girls blushed and glanced furiously at their mother. "Mom!" they exclaimed in the embarrassed exasperation of a teenage girl.

"You have two beautiful daughters," I complemented. "And Mary and I would love to see their titties."