? Roger, you... you BASTARD!" Kathy screeched.[SIX YEARS EARLIER:]Whenever Kathy thought about it later, whenever she tried to deal with her guilt, sh... remembered it as a combination of several things one after another—a kind of "Perfect Storm". Somehow that made it easier to forgive herself, to live with what she was doing.The first factor had been the "Seven-Year Itch," though for Kathy it came in Year 9 of their marriage. She and Roger had met while she was an undergrad at Indiana University. I completed the rip in her top and tore into her breasts. they were magnificent. the contrast between her dark nipples and creamy white chest was a sight to behold. her nipples were extremely erect as i bit down on them and sucked and flicked them with my tongue. she was in ecstasy.she moaned for me to ram it in her ass deeper and i slowly realized that she was enjoying this as muchas i was. the whole experience was dizzying as she was clamping down hard on my cock with her sphincter and her. I think I may have cried myself to sleep. I do not remember. I do remember one night hearing my mother scream, amidst the noise of shouts that I did not understand and door slamming and rifle butts against the walls of the house. Then, my mother she screamed again, loudly, making a sound that I did not know any woman or man could make." I crawled up from the basement, from my hiding place, and looked through the door. I saw my mother being raped, I did not know at the time that that was what. “I don’t think the weather’s done being metaphorical with us yet.”She backed herself into his chest, balancing the cheese platter on her thighs. Instead of letting him serve himself, she periodically offered him morsels of bread and cheese, refilling their glasses whenever the need arose. “The first time we were here, eating and drinking almost exactly like this, did you ever imagine we’d end up doing everything we’ve done? That we’d fall in love with each other?”“It’s difficult for me to know.