Asmall goose had been cooked for us, and a much larger one for the staff'sown Christmas dinner in the Grand Hall. Down in the village, most familieswo...ld be serving carp - which might seem bizarre to an Englishman but wasa traditional option. In both village and castle dessert would be stollen,a rich fruit-bread I remembered from my own childhood Christmasses inGermany.Helmut carved the bird, and there were plenty of vegetables to accompanyit, as well as a thick, dark, gravy."Eat, drink, and be. I... she says "you better get changed and cleaned-up it is our family's turn to cook this morning" and then she walks off and I'm still standing there with my jaw hanging wide open and not knowing what to say or do. I change clean-up and go help with breakfast. I end up cooking pancakes with my father-in-law. My wife is over by her mom and sister serving people so I can't ask her how she knew, or why she isn't super mad at me for fucking her cousin. By the time we are done cooking and cleaning. "So tell me baby, what am I holding?" she asked."A penis?" I remarked."Could it be anything else? Maybe a something special that my sissyhas?"With long strokes she continued"Tiptoes." she commanded.Returning to the balls of my feet. She continued stroking and asking mequestions."Could this be anything else besides a penis, dick or cock?" sherepeated."A, a, clit." I asked."Yes baby. I a large clit." she reinforcedTaking my salad from the table she sat it in her lap. And continued tostroke my. He sat down in front of her, motioning for her to do the same.Jane looked around at the surprisingly normal looking office. The walls were painted beige, the floor carpeted. A few tasteful pictures hung on the walls, and there was a large potted plant in the corner.She could hear classical music being played from a speaker she couldn't see. She couldn't name any such music, but the violins played melodies together that seemed pleasant enough.She sat down on a leather seat that creaked as she.