I just know what can be done, and I'm trying to reproduce those things, here, as fast as I can. I've told you what life for the average person was lik...e in my home country, and you know that I am just trying to reproduce that for the people in the here and now. I just get so damned frustrated when people suffer and I can't do anything to produce the stuff they need to improve things." Doug, Doug, please listen to yourself. You are pushing too hard at things beyond your reach. You are running. .. presto, I would have not only seen my mother's breasts but I would have a picture of her too. I was thinking about that possibility when there was a soft knocking on my door."James? James honey, time to get up and get ready for school!" I'm awake mom; I'll be out in a minute." I called back. I got up and walked over to her door and waited until I heard the shower running then I snuck into the bedroom and peeked around the corner and into the bathroom but mom wasn't washing her hair that. It would be ugly, he knew that, and probably painful as well. Hateful things were going to be said, by all and sundry, and no matter who won, every inch would be bought and paid for in blood. No one would like each other after this—and, even worse, no one would respect each other either.Or themselves.At 1 PM, Jon clocked out and swung on home to pick up his wife. She greeted him at the door with a kiss, and Jon suddenly realized that in the chaos of the last two days, they hadn't had time for. Taking me by the hand, she led the way. John came behind us. He lingered at the bottom of the stairs (he confessed later that this was to upskirt me). In the bedroom, John quickly striped off and sat on the bed. He was already hard. As instructed, I started to undress. Ann helped me with my zip then sat at her dressing table. It was thrilling to obediently strip for my audience. I felt strangely too shy to look directly at Ann but I was very conscious of her gaze. I was also very aware that.