Their baby. It was a beautiful smile, an open smile, a smile that involved her entire face and that he would never, ever forget. That he could never..., ever forget.She looked up at him from nearly a foot below his face, held his hand, held his gaze, and held his life. “I didn’t know”, she continued her previous thought, “if I would yell or cry or call my parents or run. I just had no clue.” Robert was speechless, not wanting to get her off her train of thought or risk angering her, so he. Her body is tremblingand she can not stop it. There is no getting up or even leaving the foetalposition, she doesn't have the strength or courage to try. "My God…" She closes her eyes as if that could erase the reality forlong enough to allow her to compose herself. But the images come back the samemoment. "My God…" she cries, this time in a louder voice, before it subsidesto a painful whisper again. "He raped me…" The music and voices on TV continue unimpressed. She isn't addressing anyonewith. I'm so curious about it." "Well, if you think you wanted to try it, I'd be happy to show you some things. It's been a long time, and I've never told Mr. Russo about it. But, I do fantasize about it sometimes. I like sex with a man. But, women provide something men can't."I was ready to go right then! But she said we had to be careful and asked me how I'd feel about meeting in a motel. There was something exciting and dangerous about it. I trusted her, so it wasn't uncomfortable. We had to wait. Lysander barely came inside Jenny when Mrs. Lysander grabbed him, pulled him over to an empty booth, lay across the table with her legs in the air, and pulled him close to fuck her now. He didn’t even hesitate, whatever their marital issues past, thrusting eagerly into a very horny wife who actually seemed pleased to get Jenny’s sloppy seconds. She must have been very wet indeed, judging by how she responded so quickly to his initial push inside her twat. They went at it like they hadn’t fucked.