. all good stuff, right?Events these past several months shattered my previous self-image. It turns out I was not so wise. In fact, I was a total idio..., because the truth was now fully evident. I came to know myself for real.I, Anson Howe, discovered I am a forty-eight-year-old complete and total asshole.The past several months clearly provided all the clues I needed to understand what I was.As the plant manager at a process equipment manufacturer, I had to be tough. There were budgets to hit,. I clip the most of the hair away then we swap sides, this is when I notice our mother still hasn’t put her knickers and trousers back on.We have all the hair clipped away and I start with the razor, this is when I seen how long and fat looking her fanny lips are, sticking well out from her body. Our mother is still pulling the skin taught and I sure, the side of her hand has been rubbing on Lucy’s clit.I am just about finished when Lucy gives out some little squeaky moans, I look at our mother. Amber looked at me, trying to judge my expression. I signaled the lack of argument by smiling. Amber gave me an uncertain smile back. ‘What are you two making?’ I asked with abounce in my voice. I didn’t know how to talk to kids, but I sensed it should be happy sounding. Lizzy looked at me then back at Amber. She was deferring the answer to her mother. ‘I…you weren’t here and we were kind of stuck,’ Amber fumbled, ‘I’m sorry about the back door, but it was getting late and you weren’t here… I. It seemed like an understanding had been reached. I was the hunter and she was the prey. She moved thru the room always looking for somewhere she felt safe from the b**st that was stalking her, while still leaving herself open to an attach. Like a moth drawn to the flame.I gladly played this game for an hour, my wife watching with interest. She came over to me at one stage and asked, ''Why have you not pounced yet, your lamb is ready for the slaughter''. '' I know but this game is so erotic I.