" He changed the subject. "Do you love your husband? Does he love you?" I don't know. I suppose he loves me in his own way. I make him a comfortable h...me. I'm a good mother to our two children -- or rather I used to be before I took this job so far away from them. I make more money than my husband. And he fucks me every night. Always the same way. Missionary. Quick. No formalities. No wine and pasta. I'm a receptacle for his sperm." She looked down. "Oh, shit. All this talk and now I've dropped. "But I'm too little; this won't do at all, Abby. I need to make anotherwish."But just then, our mother entered my room. I was glad she hadn't feltany need to knock this time. "There you are, Johnny Winthrop," saidLisa in a disapproving motherly tone. "Didn't I tell you to leave yourolder sister alone? She's not feeling very good right now." But Mom..." Don't you 'But Mom' me, young man. I told you not to bother yoursister; I don't want to tell you again. Now go to your room." But Mom..."Lisa. She raised her glasses again and looked at me with those naughty eyes she gets and asked if I was enjoying the view. I was so wound up I could have exploded at any time. She then got up and stretched slowly giving everyone around a good look. She then straddled me on my chair and kissed me passionately. We made out for what seemed like forever. My penis was as hard as a rock as she slowly ground on me moving her hips back and forth. I could take this punishment no longer. I stood straight up. Henry Appleman Wilkerson IV was born in Hartford, Conn., in 1898. Henever knew his father, a prosperous merchant, who was thrown from hishorse and killed three months before the baby's birth. Henry's mothernever remarried, since the estate her late husband left her -- whichincluded prudent investments in railroad and oil shares -- made her notonly financially secure but, in fact, quite rich. She devoted the restof her life to raising her four children, three daughters and youngHenry, as.