It was a church of the Roman Pope and had fallen on hard times in the wake of the great storm. The church, itself, was, of course, hallowed ground.The...basement was not.The basement was a different story. Many a victim had spent their last tortured days on Earth chained to the damp cemented walls. These atrocities were long before Lafitte and his band of bloodsuckers had taken up residence in the cavernous underground chamber of horrors.Lafitte's children were almost 30 in number. He knew his. And what to say about her naked belly, such a perfect proportion of flesh at the right places.Her navel was deep enough to satisfy my tongue. And her saree was looking just great on her lower body. From the tuck portion, to the flowing of her saree pleats, and all the way to the hem, soo feminine. It was just too much to tolerate. I went near aunty and immediately we both hugged each other. My hands were everywhere on her naked back exposed in her low cut blouse. Aunty was pulling me towards. "I of course wondered if Billy hadn't made it by today so she had to settle for me. Then I had to say "Whoa up there" to myself. Beth wasn't being any different than she had always been. She liked making love and we had been doing it a lot since the day we married. It was not uncommon for us to do it two, three or even four days in a row. There had been times when it had been everyday for a week or two.That thought led to another. Was she fucking Billy because she needed more than I could give?. “I’m glad you’re out of the woods for now Honey. They said you pulled through surgery with flying colors.”“What did I have surgery for?” I asked. I was aware that I should have been concerned that I’d been through surgery, but it seemed I was coming late to the party this time.“The broken rib,” she explained. “They had to repair it before it punctured a lung.”I nodded and asked my next question. I suspected I’d have a lot of them. “What day is it?”“Early Monday morning. You were here all.