I begin to circle my thumb around her clit – she likes that – and knead the nipple of her large saggy left breast. Her lips are slightly apart and...bring my head down to kiss them. Her breath is rancid so I do not linger but instead suck and bite her right nipple. Her breathing intensifies till she finally heaves and gives herself to orgasm. I feel the contractions of her cunt and thrust hard - thrust hard to hurt. She cries out and then slumps exhausted back onto the mattress.I look at her with. .. special moment..."Catherine looked even more confused than James. "I ... I thought. I mean, I remember..."Her voice trailed off. Had her pussy been fucked? She could remember getting embarrassingly wet but had she felt her daddy's cock sliding in and out of her pussy? She shook her head in confusion. The last several days were a blur of shouts and pain and abuse. Her memories were chaotic and confused. Lack of sleep, or food or enough water had left her groggy and unable to put her thoughts. He’s gone.After Peter had left, she picked up the bottle of wine she had bought for the evening and threw it into the fireplace, where it shattered against the bricks. She tried to call some friends, but it was Friday night and everyone was already out. Then she thought of Kate. She went so far as to fetch the home phone list the firm published, but she stopped herself. That’s a really bad idea. I’ll just start babbling again and tell her more and she’ll be disgusted with the knowledge that I’m. ‘Come back to bed. Between the two of us, we’ll get through this together.’ Deep down inside they knew that this war was slowly destroying their family and their life. Charles walked Catherine to the foot of the stairs. There he said good night and watched her ascend the stairs. She was so beautiful. He then headed outside to think. Yesterday his life was unburdened with difficult issues. He lived from moment to moment, day to day. He came home and found Kathleen here. Then tonight he was.