The strings went to the middle of her back and she obviously wasn’t wearing a bra. I mentioned that to her and she said it was too hot and she could...’t with this type of dress. I knew she was trying to look good for the party and I let it drop. It was ok. I never saw that dress before so I assumed she bought it for the party. The dress was a light weight mini dress and came to the midpoint of her thighs. The dress complemented her tanned body. Her tanned legs shined and were the first thing I. Kissing my body with every button. I arched my back to meet the kisses. It was like my body was on auto drive. There was no way to control the responses. In the back of my mind I knew it was wrong. He was my stepson. For the last 15 yrs I thought of him as a son! How in the hell could I do something like this?He moved to my jeans and undid the zipper. I sighed and held my breath as he slid his hands and rubbed against my now soaking wet pussy. I came close to cumming right there and then as he. I turned and began looking for a bed. Coming to the biggest bed I could find, I tossed her onto it. I took my shirt off and began to take off my pants. I had them unbuttoned and pulled down to my knees when she tried to get up again. I slapped her clear across the face with the back of my hand to knock her back down. She fell back down and began to cry even more so, writhing. I took off my pants and climbed onto the bed with her. I started to play with her pussy, masturbating her, at times. She saw an ad in one of the Los Angeles papers where one of the major networks was holding open auditions for news reporters and had openings for writers and camera operators for a weekly investigative news show they were putting together, so she auditioned and they hired her on the spot. Megan spent the rest of that year investigating and following stories on the situation in Iran and its link to gas prices in the U.S. Jonnie did not like it when the network sent her to Iran at the beginning.