But shame is shame and there is no point trying to argue logically with it. Worse still, my pussy, instead of hiding embarrassed within my tiny, stret...hed, bikini briefs, quivers excitably at the discovery, my clitoris throbs insistently, ripples of pleasure resonate along the length of my vulva to collect in the persistently spasming star of my anus and, to my eternal shame, I feel another steady trickle of arousal seep through my soaked panties and slide its way down my thighs. “Well we. This way." The woman waved herarm for me to follow. There was a click, and then a blinding flash- for amoment, I was dazed and seeing stars. The wedding photographer stood infront of me smiling, peering over the edge of her DSLR. She had caughtanother photo of me on my wedding day.In that moment, time seemed to slow down. I remembered how this allstarted- a walk on the street at night. I remembered being grabbed, thennothing. I remembered waking in a stark white cell. I rememberedresisting, and. It was the next year that she had her twins, Connie and Stevie. She had never let herself think consciously that their birthday was only a few days more than exactly nine months after that day with the repairman. She simply could not and had never allowed herself to entertain the thought that anyone but her beloved Don could have planted the seed of her wonderful twins inside her. But now, fifteen years after their birth, as she looked at her son's manhood, she realized that the repairman had. The kiss went on for what seemed like minutes. Then, she tore off Bob’s jacket and, ignoring his shirt and tie for the moment, started fumbling with his belt. Meanwhile, Rachel filled two more glasses of champagne, one for her and one for Bob, and settled comfortably in the chair in which Karen had been sitting. Karen finally managed to undo Bob’s trousers, pulled down his underwear and pushed him on the huge hotel bed. Without hesitation, she began kissing his erection, something she had not.