He winced, his short-lived smile again shattering, the confusion inside him mirrored in his eyes. What was it that was eating out the ass of Captain Mark's beautiful wife? Fuck, he didn't know… could not understand, and that was for almighty Goddamned sure! Maybe, as Captain Mark liked to say, she had a cunt hair crossways up in her pussy! He knew he had not done one thing wrong… not the refrigerator door, nor the bathtub ring, nor…

"Oh God… listen to me, Kye!" Dianne breathed heavily, desperately trying to get hold of herself, surely aware that this went deeper than anything she could ever imagine. There was no vulgar lust or evil degeneracy in those innocent teenage eyes, only hurt confusion at the moment, and she had to know what under heaven's name, made this boy tick in his strange world of guiltless lewdness! "Please… just sit there and answer my questions. Who-Who were the three girls you spoke of?"

"Kim, Chen, and Lea?" he quickly answered. "Why, they were whores, Mrs. Dianne, and I pimped for them. Kim was my twin sister, but too young really. At fourteen she is very skinny, and even I did not like to fuck her. She had no tits to play with, and guys always like big tits to hold onto while they fuck. We used to pull on them sometimes to make them bigger when there was nothing much to do, but I do not think it helped at all. Even so, the older Joes asked for her because she could suck the cum out of them better than Chen or Lea, but I preferred to fuck her in the ass."

Dianne stared at him as he spoke with an inoffensiveness she couldn't begin to believe. His unconcerned use of four-letter words, his absolutely debauched story handed to her in a half-dozen sentences which included blatant sex, incest, and sodomy of the most abominable nature, was almost more than she could comprehend! On top of that, his tightly curled hand had never stopped fondling and caressing his long, thick teenage cock, the sight of his openly lewd manipulations making her wonder if all the Western splendors she had visualized for him could even hardly concerned with the democratic way Mark had spoken of, or the least of so-called Western culture! He'd brought his own with him, war-steeped perhaps, but surely inbred… and intoxicatingly so for her, no matter what ever happened from this moment forward!