She's really nice."A warm-hearted smile appeared on my mother's face. "I'm glad you think so because she'll be sleeping over with us for Christmas and...New Years. This is really shaping up to be a fun holiday season for our family." ***LATE THAT NIGHT***I turned off all the lights in the house and was heading to bed when I noticed my mother's computer was left unattended in her bedroom. Her door was slightly open, and I could hear her in the closed bathroom running the water faucet. My curiosity. “Nice tits sis,” he said staring at my exposed chest.I had presumed the house was empty but his presents before me had proved me wrong.“Stop preving at me, “ I shouted, and set about covering myself up.“Hey, Stop that,” he said moving forward fast and putting his arm around my waist. “Nice tits like yours shouldn’t be hidden.”“Get off me,” I said struggling to escape his grip.“As I said, nice tits sis,” he leered his hand reaching between our bodies and cupping my left breast.I was probably no. During this time Sharon had several fairly unsatisfactory lovers, none of whom really turned her on, though she did not understand why. She had tried most variations, including one session with a fellow student in her arse. He was extremely careful, lubricated her well, and only tried to enter when she was thoroughly aroused; nevertheless, it was not a pleasant experience for her, and she resolved never to let anyone try it again.Sharon progressed well, becoming an Assistant Associate Professor. In an instant she remembered every single one of the thirteen times she was raped that night and the next day. She'd blocked it off, going to the 'study' she created in her mind. But she remembered now. The shame. How she'd suppressed any feeling, any sense of enjoyment. But she had physically enjoyed it. Not in the emotional sense of 'Whoopee! I'm having a wonderful time.' In the purely physical sense of stimulation of her vagina's interior spaces, and the occasional, accidental brush of her.