To my amazement he looked rather feminine. He walked up to me and began to undo my jeans.“N-no! Don’t!” But it was too late and my jeans slid do...n my waist, aided by the silky fabric of Mom’s panties. I was embarrassed that he would see me this way and, worse yet, the embarrassment caused me to become slightly aroused. I really regretted this because it would send the wrong signal- that I LIKED what was going on when I actually hated it to my core.“Let’s get you into a nice full slip so we can. 'Let us, dear madam, be both in all the glory of nakedness.'Her black mantle had already fallen off. I lifted her chemise, she herself aiding me, and took it off altogether. I threw off my shirt. We rushed into each other's arms for a loving embrace, in which our naked bodies met in full and delicious contact. We then stood a little apart, that I might admire all the glories of her magnificent form. Of course, the noble bottom came in for my greatest admiration for I never saw a finer. I begged. ’ She waved to a well dressed man who appeared to be in his mid fifties. The man approached the desk. ‘Yes Tiffany?’ The girl glanced at Carol for a moment before speaking. ‘Mister Bangs, this is Carol Walters. She booked a room late last month. She made the reservation for nine days. She doesn’t have a confirmation number.’ The concern on her face could be heard in her voice. Carol watched the man as he studied the computer screen. He grimaced as he looked the screen over. He began punching. ." Stop it!" cried Veronica, the pain crashing in on her again."... how you became pregnant and had his baby, a boy. How your mother finally left, unable to bear the thoughts that her own daughter..." Don't, Betty, please don't..." ... and how you bore him a second child, a daughter." Betty, don't..." Then your father continued to screw you. And you loved it, didn't you Veronica?"The mulatto stood mute, the memories cutting into her, opening the wounds afresh."I said, didn't you, Veronica?" ....