.. Audrey?She slipped into the homeowner’s bedroom and hoped against hope she’d left her computer running. For several weeks now, she was diligent...about powering down, leaving her visitors literally disconnected. But not today. It was still running, still warm.Audrey did not waste a second. Finding the gmail account, she hurriedly typed a message, then deleted it as soon as its delivery was confirmed. For the first time in weeks, she thought she might sleep somewhere other than a Vegas. Mom cleaned her off and then led her stumbling back to the kitchen. Again she was sprawled over the kitchen table while Mother worked on her asshole stretching it with her fingers and spreading K-Y ointment all over the inside and outside. By the time she finished, she had four fingers inside my sister and Di was moaning with a mixture of pleasure and pain. Finally, Mom helped her off the table and with a smack on her bottom sent her staggering toward the stairs and her impalement.It was some. “JOHN, you are not a monster,” Cathy and I said in unison.John looked surprised as if what he had said was not meant for our ears. Cathy and I climbed back into bed with him. We lay on each side of him. We laid our heads onto his shoulder as our hands rubbed at his chest.I looked over into John’s face as I said, “It was a happy cry John,” as I smiled to him. “John, I want you to do me a favor,” I added as my hand stroked at his face.John looked at me as I said, “I want you to make sweet love to. ‘Fine, go up to zee stage and sit on zee chair.’ There were five chairs. I continued walking among the tables. The women I thought was Judy, was Judy. I was trying to determine if she could tell it was me. I had never discussed my work with her and indeed, had said that I didn’t believe in hypnosis when she mentioned it a week ago. I didn’t realize she was probably talking about the Church event. Judy was sitting with her parents, who I had met briefly at her home. We had barely talked. I.