I start laughing and make a comment. "What?! You're all crazy!" The box contains several panties, including thongs in a variety of colors and prints. ... notice these are new, but remind myself that I already have some like these styles. "Well," one of them comments, "let's have a look at them. Don't be shy." I remind them that what happens there stays at Sherry's and they all agree. Making sure that the window blinds are closed, I go behind a fold-out partition and return wearing a new pair of. Yeah, it’s kind of a family trait. The people in my father’s bloodline have certain characteristics. We’re tall, good-looking, smart, and completely without remorse. That’s who and what we are. My grandfather Boris was like that, according to my grandmother Clara. Ruthlessness runs in my genes. So why do I fight the Sociopaths if I’m one of them? That’s a very good question. I mean, I know how it all sounds. A guy from a long line of bad guys claims to fight the bad guys. It sounds fishy. Why. You were too far gone and I thought you were going to pass out or something. Now I understand what you were saying."Passing out was the least of it. All I could think about was the fact my own Mother had actually grabbed my hard dick and helped masturbate me to one really intense climax."So what do we do now, Mom?" I asked her, "Every time was like the last time."Mom sat back in her chair and I found myself looking at her in a totally different way. More as a woman than as a Mother. Her thick. OK, bye." She pressed a button on the phone and threw it on the bed."Finished with the bathroom Joey?" Again, no shrill bark or bitchy attitude to accompany the question.He had to concentrate on her words to recognize her question. "Yea, its yours Sara."She smiled widely at her brother, "Thats great - thanks Joey!"This was just too freaky, he thought, welcome to the Twilight Zone! Just as he spun about to leave her room, he turned back to face her again. She saw this and asked, seemingly.