“Sure hunni, open your legs a little” I replied.She complied. I lifted my foot, kicked off my shoe and slipped my stockinged toes gently between h...r smooth thighs, pushing them hard against her cunt. I started to massage her through her shorts gazing deeply into her eyes to watch her continued arousal.“Hold on a minute, I’ve got an idea”, said Gosia. She reached into her pack and pulled out a little tartan skirt, she slipped her shorts down her legs lifted her bottom off the seat and fastened. Are you okay with this?”That got me a wry look. “Well, it’s not like we never knew it couldn’t happen. Still, it’s different than if you actually ran for it, you know?” She pulled on a bathrobe and asked, “How is this going to change things? Do we move into the White House?”I shrugged. “Not until after Laura and the girls move out. I think that would be more than a little tacky, don’t you?”Her eyes opened wide. “Oh my God! I never even thought of that! Laura ... Oh, God! I need to call. She has gone on a great journey recently, only coming back now to find herself, and hopefully, she says, someone else she has always wanted to be. Only in my dreams have I been so close to someone, yet so far away from what they were. I speak of my life, actions taken, things that I have seen, but all I can think about is her. Her aroma fills the air as the sun beats down, drying all of her body, less a region that stays wetted anyways. It is as if she has a deep gorge which has it’s own. 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 and he was a grad student. They married after about a year of dating, a month after her graduation and just a week before her 22nd birthday.Two years later Roger had finished his Ph.D. and been hired at Notre Dame. They'd lived happily in South Bend ever since. In just seven years Roger had published two books and a number.