"Come," he said, as he ascended the stairs leading to his wife's room, "nothing is changed here." He then closed the door of the landing. "No one must...disturb us," he said; "I must speak freely to her, accuse myself, and say"--he approached the door, touched the crystal handle, which yielded to his hand. "Not locked," he cried; "that is well." And he entered the little room in which Edward slept; for though the child went to school during the day, his mother could not allow him to be separated. "Your sister, Helen, has a starring role in that new play... what is it called again?" Mom, it's far from new!" my sister responded. "But what is it again?" I've just gotten cast in the traveling version of 'Annie Get Your Gun'." Oh yes, dear!" Another thing you had to understand about my family is the sickening sweetness that my mother always addressed my sister and the stark seriousness that she addressed me in."David, you should take a lesson from your sister," she said, her voice becoming. I'd bet none had except that he told me later, he'd decimated a previous victim's vagina with several cannon crackers. (See part two of my story - The Wasps - And Now the Fire Crackers. - BofE) He said he stuffed them into her clothes when she was fully dressed and made her dance and watched them go off and then into her brassier next to her nipples. He said some how he exploded one of her nipples right gone. I had to get him off track for doing that. My hands were still. In a flash I remembered the rest of Jake's make-out pond fantasy. I Looked right at Susan and while shaking my head sideways told her- I hoped she did not due what I was thinking ! Susan leaned close to my face and whispered in my ear that she had sucked her husbands cock hard until he exploded cum all over inside the car. That was when I dropped my coffee cup on the floor. Susan was laughing so much she almost spilled her coffee. I certainly didn't use language like that. After we cleaned up.