Yet why, then, did she still feel such pangs of remorse, such a feeling of guilt and self-recrimination?Suzanne looked over towards the two sleeping g...rls and wondered whether they felt the same ugly gnawing in their stomachs after indulging in relations? Obviously not, if they had been living together as lovers. Yet how could Yvonne also have sex with men? Suzanne had read a marginal amount of literature on the subject, but she was aware of Freud's bisexual theories, which must have some basis. “Where’s your mother?” He asked.A guilty silence followed.Finally the oldest spoke up. “She locked herself in her room a while ago.”Shane gave them each a look that left no uncertainty as to what he thought about his c***dren’s behavior.He went back to their bedroom. “Beth, honey, I’m home.” After a few minutes the door opened, and Beth walked straight into his arms. He held her close. He hated days like his, when he knew the c***dren had caused so much frustration for her. He hated that. ..." He pressed deep into her until he could feel the mouth of her womb, then he bent forward and reached down to feel her perky tits. He rubbed them and teased her hard nipples even as she pushed her ass at him, begging to be broken and ridden like a wild horse. Robert yielded to her desire and pulled back until he was almost out of her dripping wet cunt, then he fed her a few short strokes. He increased his speed with each thrust until he was pounding slutty bald pussy like a jack hammer. "Oh. "Catherine Winters, is it really you?" smiled her long ago friend."It's Catherine Roberts now," smiled Catherine in reply showing the wedding banded hand. "And what about you?" Marriage? Not me. I'm having too much fun." Oh really," laughed the housewife.The two had met in college as freshmen and roomed together. Rhonda had always been the outgoing one with boys hanging around constantly. Catherine, on the other hand, was quiet, even shy. Many of her dates had been set up for her by Rhonda and.