“Roger, how have you been? It’s been over a year since I saw you,” Dr. Franke started cheerfully. He sat with his pad, ready for the session.Rog...r started off slowly, “It’s been a busy year.” Then, in a more somber tone, he continued, “After our last session, I went to visit Stacy’s grave; I went again last week.” He paused for a moment, before continuing softly, “I read the books you recommended. They helped me put my family’s death in perspective. They showed me that I’m not alone. I even. So you’re Vera.” I laughed. She seemed to be smart, and I liked that. It’s not often an interviewer understands humour. “That’s right,” I answered. “Well then, Carol, let’s talk a little about you. You’re a writer of erotica?”“Porn,” I replied. “Erotica sounds too fancy for the stuff I write. It’s hardcore porn. I don’t want anyone to read my stuff expecting to find sensual love stories with some vanilla sex scene in them and then be put off by it, so I think it’s better to call it what it is.”. Then without delaying the fuck which she eagerly wanted from me, I placed my cock at her pussy entrance, and inserted it slowly in to her. We both just loved the feeling. I started fucking her slowly. Then I caught her breasts, and kept on squeezing and mauling them. I was enjoying the fuck to the maximum. Then even I don’t when I started to fuck her fast. I started hammering her pussy. The bed was shaking. Her breasts were shaking. I again caught her breasts, and started fucking her like. I said, "Don't be so hard on yourself, June. It was still Mary's call and she called it wrong."Then June asked me about Roger. She said even though they were divorced he was the only man she had ever loved. She said this trial made her understand love between two people, like Mary and I have. She said she felt the same way about Roger but it was too late for them.I asked why was it too late? She said all they do is argue when they see each other.I told her, "Roger still has feelings for you.