It was the type of excuse every parent would love to hear from their own children.Alex was inside his bedroom. The door was closed. But Alex was not s...udying for school. He was sat down cross-legged, with some kind of opened book beside him, and surrounded by candles. Alex was chanting voodoo spells. In front of him were three wax dolls, each having a piece of brown hair strand tied up to them. Each doll represented a member of the Pascal family. He was performing rituals with them.This was a. I looked down noticing the intricate trails of varicose veins covering her legs. She caught my reaction and began chanting. Within seconds her legs, which were resembling a road map of Iowa, had now transformed into legs Gal Gadot would envy. I began making wolf calls like a Brooklyn construction worker when she grabbed a large sheet of heavy, clear plastic and spread it over the floor.I've seen enough Tarantino movies to realize its purpose: to protect her carpet from blood splatter. "Are you. "Did you hear the lunchtime Test score, Dad?" asked Nick anxious to get the conversation away from him."Blooming cricket," grinned Sally."Very important, Mrs Braithwaite," retorted Nigel. "No, Nick, I'm ashamed to say. I'll go and find out." Three more people who are very proud of you," said Sally moving to Nick's knee and winding her arms round his neck. She kissed his cheek."It's all a bit embarrassing though, Puss." And will be for a few days but things'll soon get back to normal." I suppose. I sat down and told Larry her husband sit back and watch how wild your wife is and what you have been missing. Told him he is free to take his little dick out and jerk off or even strip naked to watch. “The one thing your not allowed to do is fuck your wife, she now belongs to us you had your chance all these years and chose not to” I yell out Dina’s name and she walks out and sits between Alex and I. Alex takes his hands and starts playing with her breasts as I unzip Alex and pull out his 8.