Idon't think Grandfather or Grandmother ever knew how cruel he was to mebut even so I don't think they would have done anything. I feel for my,sorry, ...ur cousin Ethan. He has to live up to Uncle Harry's legacy andendure him in ways we will never understand. What the man has done tohim God only knows. I just hope he hasn't turned him against me."Paige took this as an indication that they had better stop while theywere behind. It was starting to make things clear that she loved herfamily and. "I think maybe he wants to watch TV in here." I shrugged. Elena stood up "Okay, then let's go hang out in your room." I picked up what was left in the bottle of wine and we went off to my bedroom. There wasn't a lot of room in there and I didn't have any chairs to sit on but fortunately, I had a queen-sized bed so the three of us sat on the bed and continued talking. Actually they were doing all the talking, I was just listening to them having random conversations like two cute young teenagers. "Come on baby, tell me what you're thinking. You know what I'm doing when I go back into that room. I'm a slut, a whore, and I love it. Come on baby, talk to me, talk to your whore. Do you like fucking me when I come home after fucking strangers?"I twisted my body and rolled on top of her and started slamming my cock into her."That's it baby, fuck me, fuck your slutty wife. Harder baby, fuck me harder" and I pounded into her as hard as I could and when I came I collapsed on top of her, rolled. A servant met us at the door and ushered us into the living room. Over coffee and Coca Cola, I gave Mrs. Hawthorn the story up to her husband's death; I asked Alice to cover that part since I thought the report would be better received coming from an older woman.Mrs. Hawthorn's reaction was better than I had hoped. She must have resigned herself to her husband being dead, even though she didn't want to say so. There was some crying, but Brenda and Alice helped her to recover. I told her that we.