I glanced irritably at my watch, it was already a quarter past eight, and I figured another good hour or more of conversation lay ahead before I could...even hope to bury my prick inside mother's cunt.I had sat there listening to the clatter of dishes being placed in the dishwasher in the kitchen, the sounds of their conversation, though low enough that I couldn't quite hear what was being said. But there then followed a brief moment or two of complete silence, and I knew then their conversation. She was telling me to submit to her. This teenage girl was taking control. I couldn't stop it. I couldn't say no. I didn't want to say no. I was hesitant and eager and confused and utterly certain. This was not what I wanted ten seconds ago, but it's what I wanted now.Apparently, I was taking too long answer. "Oh, please, can I?" My god, she was so damned cute.Still trying to be cool, "Sure."She actually jumped with joy. "Yay! Okay, put your hands behind your back." It was difficult, as the. She was being intentionally vague; she didn't want to tell Linda the full story just then."I'm shocked that a mother could do what she'd done to her own children," Linda said, shaking her head. "How long will she be in jail?" When Pamela didn't respond, she added: "I'm sorry, I don't mean to pry."Pamela reached out and softly patted Linda's leg. "That's alright, Linda," she said, "it's not prying when you're family." Pamela smiled up a Linda. "She'll be away for at least a year, perhaps. There was a collective gasp before Randolph loudly spoke, "You sir, have offended my honor. You are no gentleman and I don't like the attentions that you are paying my sister. I challenge you to a duel." Once again there was a collective gasp.Tom saw the sneer on Randolph's face and smiled, "Of course sir, I would be honored to accept. I assume that you have a second? You will be following the code of honor, won't you?" Suddenly Randolph realized that things weren't going as he had expected. He.