"I'll remember it," she said. Jim sped off, and Charlotte got intoher car.As she drove, she felt ashamed on several counts. She had donesomething on...ly a woman should do, though she wasn't really a woman.Moreover, she had done something that no married woman should everdo. How guilty can a person feel? Ken will never find out aboutthis, she told herself.When she arrived home, she tried on her new things. The bustierpushed her tits up; they looked even bigger than 36C. The thigh bootswere. “What’s wrong, where’s dad”, Zachary started. “Sit down”, I asked them. “No, where’s dad”? I sternly looked at Zachary, “All three of you sit down now”. “Yes Uncle”, Alicia answered. They were used to commands. Something triggered obedience within them as they fell in line and sat across from me on the sofa. I began laying out a tale of fantastic proportion about betrayal and my retribution on the men that killed their father, of how he pleaded with me to care for them as I would as. About twice a week she’d come after me as soon as I got home. She was done with work about an hour earlier. When I took her on the apartment carpet she felt slippery like when I did her twice in a row, or when Bill and I had double-teamed her. In other words, freshly-fucked.I mentioned that feeling and she coyly explained that she’d found a lubricant that felt just like semen. Did I like it? My vigorous thrusts made her squeal in delight.Bill and I crossed paths frequently and he mentioned he’d. It’s the first kick. This must be a sign. We were meant to be friends and I never should have turned away from you.”I half expected Erin to yell out something like not and how she couldn’t believe I would fall for that. She’d reveal all this niceness was just a prank. She had tried something similar to this before. But something in the eyes told me this was no prank. After that, the three of us talked for a couple hours. Well, it was mostly Bree and Erin. I was still finding it odd to be.