Mr. Klutz came downstairs and placed the clothes over in Dukey's lap. He had collected himself and had changed and showered his own clothes after making a slightly sly face at Sukey when she had left the bathroom earlier. He could vividly remember what her breasts looked like without having to even close his eyes, they had been so perfect and so inviting that the 39 year old was sure to be amazed to know that she was over forty. However, age was nothing but a  number to him, though when he married Clara's mother she had been 2 years younger than him.<br/><br/>He did not like thinking about his wife all that much so his mind reverted to its previous rather focused topic of Sukey's breasts, things which he was having a hard time not looking at as he looked around the room at everyone else who all seemed to be a little more focused on other things. It seemed that his daughter had planned to go sit outside on the swing, but since he was back there was no need.<br/><br/>Sukey was tasting some meat, and it turned him red at the thought of other things that she could taste that were meat related though they were much more alive than the meat she had just popped into her mouth. "Clara, are the boobs....I mean the roast ready?" The thing that was on his mind was clear to all those in the room though not all of them would get the context of it. He hoped they hadn't but he expected that they had. This made him make the decision to say nothing else but just sit down at the table, he looked at the arranged set that Clara had put down. It was very beautiful and he commended his daughter for the urge to want to use their best set.<br/><br/>He pulled a chair out at the right side of the table, it was a chair that sat a little higher than the others and established his dominance as the head of the household, or at least that was what he had hoped it established. But since it looked like some high school student's wood shop experiment, it was not all that nice and polished looking like you would expect it to be. However, he was thinking that the respect would come more from the fact that he had made the chair himself.