Sexweaver II
Driving alone, arriving home.My mind was reeling. The images of Brian and Kerri on the beach, climbing the cliff, dancing, and then what happened at the chairs kept running through it like a movie. They were juxtaposed with so many memories of talking with Kerri about why she didn't want or just wasn't able to enjoy sex, how a feeling of dread would overcome her when someone touched her sexually. I learned about this after the birth of our son, we ha...