Later that day, Katherine was out in our back room bathing. I was lying on my bed reading Dostoyevsky, completely hypnotized by his literary cunning, ...until I heard my mother screech. It was faint and muffled, it had a familiar sound and I knew I had heard it before. Only this time it was more than just barely audible. I with a calming surreptitious stride walked to my fathers room and peered in. There my father with a fistful of mother's hair was violently raping her. He had her head pressed. She was so beautiful, and oh my what a cock. I had only ever been with women and did not consider myself gay, but for some reason I wanted to suck that cock. I cannot recall how many loads of spunk I blew looking at those pages of Shannon, she was so gorgeous.Realizing I wanted more than pictures, I borrowed a tabloid from a friend of mine called "The Spectator". In it were ads to meet people and after overcoming a few initial jitters I called a girl's number (I don't remember her name)...it. "My mother has already adopted you, and my father, well, he accepts you more than he will admit." "I think they are wonderful people!" He nodded his head in thanks, and got right down to business. "I have run checks on this family, and have a very detailed packet of information on them. The man that killed your family, Jeff Benson, was raised by his grandmother in a nice area, but they had little money. He has a high school education and not much else. The feeling is that he married his wife in. Loved those days...anytime i have the house to myself i would have wett thongs either with pussy juice or by my loads of my cum not too long after i have cummed on every single one of my friends gf's panites...moved to his mom's room of course bringing some of the gf's panties with and pulling the moms used thongs and along with a few i like from her drawer which was clean till i was done. would lay on my friend moms bed but naked practically buried in panties and the moms panties wrapped.