"Perhaps we can work things out between the three of us" Jim began again in a voice just barely above a whisper. "Maybe the authorities don't need to...get involved in this mess" he continued. PART TWOWith a gun pointed at my head and the knowledge that Jim had me completely red handed with the video, I offered no resistance when he ordered me to tell my daughter to come sit on daddy's lap. I could see the hesitation in her step and the shame in her eyes as she began to realize what was. The kiss becomes gentler the calming of our bodies and souls as they revive and we cling to each other, wanting more, not wanting this moment to end…… We wade onto the shore exhausted from our sexual exploits and cold from the night air about us. We build a fire on the beach and retrieve blankets from the car. We lie before the fire, holding each other tight, talking, and giggling like school children, warming our bodies next to each other and before the now roaring fire, and drift off to sleep. I ripped his shirt over his head and scrapped my fingernails down his back, biting and licking and sucking on his neck and chest tasting him. I felt like a starving woman with a feast laid before her. By this point he was getting over the shock of my welcome and he was beginning to show that he was more than capable of holding his own with me. We tore the clothes from each, pushing and shoving battling for control and supremacy. I couldn’t wait to get him inside of me. I threw my leg around. I had to let out my second gasp in a matter of minutes. First, there was a gorgeous French woman dressed in black, and then I come face to face with my ex looking stunning in a figure-hugging red dress. It turned out that my Father had invited my ex as a surprise. That was an understatement. Anyway, after a couple more drinks, the French girl asked if I was having a party at my flat. Before I could reply, my ex suggested we should go back to mine. All of us! Including the young geeky guy! I had.