" Mam and Betty Ann worry a bit more about her. She is the middle child, real shy and quiet." I stepped in it." I replied."Well she does have her sigh...s a settin' on you. Last night is the boldest I have seen her." Well, I'll get some help from the three then." That might be a good idear. Of course they might not see it since they are all focused on you too." Speaking of focused, Connie and Cletus would be good to go for mating up?" That would be my guess. Of course with you and the three she. . I understand, Daddy," was all she said."I'm glad you do, Pumpkin. I'll talk to you later." Ok, I love you, Daddy." I love you too, Pumpkin. Bye." Bye, Daddy." I heard her sniffle just before she Ended the call.The phone calls out of the way, I finally had time to really think about where my marriage was going. I reviewed everything in my head, over and over and over again. The common cause of each piece of hurt I'd put up with over the last few years was Roger Fuckin' Berman. The fucktard had. It began simply enough. We had spent the evening talking about her upcoming marriage - she was horribly nervous about her wedding night. We looked through some of the more common books on sex - the Kama Sutra and the Joy of Sex - before it occurred to be to show her one of my stories. Before long, we were exchanging fantasies, sharing deep dirty secrets -that\'s when she admitted that she had this fixation on my breasts. She told me how much she envied their size, and how she had fantasized. He knew her man was out of town and he told us that we should pick her up at her house the first time, then after that we followed her when she took her kids to her babysitter and followed her to the office. She worked on the fake numbers until lunch when we took her to her house and fucked her. Then we took her back to the office. Each time we drove by her babysitters house and made comments about target practice on her kids.”“You threatened her children every day?”“Yeah, but I knew we weren’t.