Helen had a look of satisfaction on her face as she stood before the young girl. She didn’t come across as cruel or sadistic; if anything she looked...happy. She turned to face her son with a warm smile - a smile that faltered and died when she saw the rictus expression that he wore. Helen took an apprehensive half-step backwards when Jason entered the room.Jason padded silently forward towards Emma - trying to ignore his mother. He had felt a white-hot flash of rage suffuse his entire body when. I tensed. Unloading my hot cum into her arsehole.I pulled out, still hard, then heard the movement from the dining room. We looked at each other, eyes wide, and pulled our clothing together as quickly as we could. I snatched up a coffee cup from the side, just as the door opened and my brother-in-law, bleary eyed, stood there. "You coming, or what?" he asked looking at Charlotte.She grinned. "Cumming." She said, and winked at me.I stood alone in the kitchen, mulling over what had just happened,. Perhaps it was a beauty that only I could see, though; she wasn't exactly beating guys off with a stick, but she was beautiful. She was beautiful like art is beautiful — the longer you stare at it, the more things you notice, subtle things, movements and mannerisms, facial expressions, the wrinkle of her nose, the wiggle of an eyebrow as she thought about something. Charlotte was outwardly, obviously beautiful, in a way that hit you in the gut and made you want to throw her down and take her. We had been messing around with signal flags, but we hadn’t gotten anywhere near as far as I’d have liked. Tony’s list from the British Royal Navy made it clear that the problem was a lot more complicated than I’d expected. There were ten flags for numerals, plus twenty-six flags for letters, plus another dozen or so special purpose flags, plus another thirty or so pendants which were considered different from flags.We were supposed to come up with our own code book that applied to our local.