I didn't bother returning those looks, even though I felt I had every right to do so because of the silly hat. Steve had bothered to correct me too ma...y times that it was called a mitre, and kept reminding me I should definitely not refer to it as a silly hat, especially in front of Von Papen whom I was supposed to meet shortly. Something about the whole affair told me it wasn't exactly going to be a social visit.The name struck me as German; I was corrected once more to learn that he was half. He did not blame her because he was notperforming sexually.I did not ask whether that meant that my mother was committing the sin ofadultery. My father did not say, and how could I press him? He seemedresigned to losing her. But for it to be a church leader stuck me thatthis might be yet another example of hypocrisy in our community.My father said he must accept the end of his marriage because, unlike me,he had always known his problem. It was just that until my brotherreturned home and. ’Krystyn told me to go faster then she said with a doggie owner’s voice, ‘come on and fuck my leg. That’s a good boy humping your sister’s leg. My good boy likes how my pantyhose feels on your cock…don’t you.’ I moaned yes and I was enjoying it very much. I enjoyed not only because of how it felt but my thrusts were making my sister’s tits bounce around. Not as much as they would be if I was fucking her but enough that I did not want to stop…I would do anything to watch Krystyn nice tits. " Good morning, Mr. Sutherland," she said, smiling a bit shyly. Her voice was a rich, warm contralto. I realized that the only time I had heard her voice before was when she was screaming for help."You can call me Dan," I told her."Okay, Dan," she replied. "May I come in?" She gazed at me seriously, her eyes a deep blue, the color of the summer sky."Of course," I told her. She kicked the snow off her boots and came inside. "Would you like a cup of coffee?" I asked, closing the door behind.