I was faithful to Susan for six years, I tried to make our marriage work. Susan and I are both Catholics, so no abortions, no divorce. She is a true b...liever. Me... not so much anymore. When we were 19, she got pregnant while we were dating. I immediately proposed and she reluctantly accepted. We were married and I thought for a few months happy.Then it happened.She miscarried. Susan was happy about it. She could finish college and pursue her legal career unimpeeded. The only problem was me.. One hand on her upper back, he pulled her closer to the ground and, dragging her up a little, began to tease her nipples with the tip of his tongue. She responded well, pushing herself onto his face and thrusting even harder. His other hand, meanwhile, was exploring the region nearer to their mutual interests. He grabbed her rear and pulled it against him each time she drove him into her, trying to get as far into her moist, slick self as he possibly could. Then, he suddenly sensed her tense up. Travis asked why.“Because,” she said, “we have to go home. Remember, school starts right after Labor Day. Uncle Silas is coming to pick us up.”Travis was struck. The only word that came to mind was, “When?”“On Friday.”Travis shook his head. “That’s the day after tomorrow.”“Yes, honey. Your dad can’t come to get us so we’ll go back to Fayetteville with Uncle Silas and Aunt Bea and then the next day we’ll take the Greyhound home.”“But it’s too soon,” he objected.His mom chuckled. “I think you’ve. 'What's your name?" she suddenly said. "I should know who I'm in bed with." She laughed softly, the back of her hand against my hairy thigh.I told her my name, and she said, "I'm Emma, Emma Robertson. Our home's near Cambridge, but I've never seen it."I puzzled over that and heard her breathing slow. Her hand relaxed. After a bit, I slept, and the next thing I knew, she was punching me. "Wake up, wake up," she loudly whispered. "Germans."Dawn was creeping up the edge of the woods, and I quickly.