"Inside!" I responded, "Do you want to see them". She nodded, and I stepped aside, ushering her past me and indicating the way through the dining room...as I called to the cats. As she climbed the three stairs from the dining room to the kitchen, from my position behind and below I could see almost to the tops of her thighs. Both cats ran into the kitchen from the hall. Anna bent to stroke them, not from the knees, but from the waist, exposing to my gaze her bare buttocks, split by the narrow. . ?" Mom whispered to Dad and Carrie. "After all, thereare two parties and trick or treating." Wow, I forgot about that!" Carrie exclaimed. "That would be terrific." He'd never go for that either." Dad shook his head. "He'd probably wina prize if he did though." Come on!" I demanded, trying to act all tough. "If it's not lame oroverdone, I could do it. Especially if I could win!" You'd never go for it," Dad teased. "Not in a million years." Not a chance," Mom agreed.Carrie, standing behind mom. "Mom you already have a great pussy and ass. You can easily fist your anus and pussy." "Yes. but I want my ass to be bigger. I want you to be able to push your entire foot in my ass. I want to be double, no triple fisted in my cunt." "why mom?" "5 years ago when you first sucked the cum from my asshole, we didn't know where we were going. But I knew it was the right thing for us and look at us now. We have spent last 5 years in bliss. We are happier than any other family." "Yes mother" I. Hofmannsthal was there discussing Greek tragedy with Wassermann. I gathered Hofmannsthal was re-writing his version of Sophocles for Strauss to set. I was silent.“No comments?” asked Altenberg.“Sorry. No. I find Sophocles too depressing, too bloody.”“I agree,” Wassermann said. “Yet there is a deep truth in the plays.”“That’s what Freud says, isn’t it?”“Yes. Did you read his sex-studies? Did he see the Schnitzler or did Arthur read Freud?”It was too empty for me. I soon excused myself and.