Things were going on smoothly and we were all happy. Father had retired from the army and ruled over the house like a garrison commander. He was the K...ng of the house. Nothing moved without his approval and permission. Mom was his lifelong slave running around to serve the King’s every wish and fancy. Pop was a bull dog of a man short and stout strong and muscular with dumb bell moustache and the mind set of a tyrant. We were all shit scared of him. Mom used to tell us that this was a family. .. please don't, Jack!" she moaned loudly, squirming under his heavy frame.He chuckled venally again, his huge cock pressing against her thigh. She could feel the wetness of his pre-cum juices on her bare flesh. She struggled, arching her back against him, but her arms were firmly pinned at either side of her head and Dawson tightened his grip, causing her to wince in pain.His lips went to a breast and fastened over her pinkly throbbing nipple. More surges of unwanted pleasure coursed through. I didn’t find out myself until a few days ago. I would have got here before the telegram.’ ‘Charles!’ a female voice called from around the corner. Alice, his youngest sister, came running into the hall.’ Throwing her arms around him she said,’Oh, Charles, you are home. What a surprise! I’ll tell the others.’ Alice and Charles were very close, being only a few years apart. With that she ran off to tell the others. The word spread quickly. Soon the hall was filled with excited voices. His other. Finally, I was sated and Madeleine had removed the bowl and plate, leaving me with a after-dinner snifter of brandy. I looked over at Madeleine and stared purposefully into her eyes. Uncharacteristically, she blushed and turned away with an almost shy smile, like she knew the thoughts I was having. I swallowed the last of the sweet tart liqueur, still gazing at Madeleine. Then I turned my attention to Monsieur Lévesque and spoke my mind. ‘Monsieur, may I ask you a personal question, concerning.