"I don't! I don't!" she groaned helplessly in his arms. But her words seemed to have no effect, either on the heavily aroused man or on the ominously pulsing bulge that was beginning to strain up against her belly. For a terrified moment, the vainly struggling woman fought even more desperately to escape his unwelcome caresses, but then, almost as quickly as they had begun, suddenly her traitorously accepting body ceased its struggle. In spite of her resolve not to, she was beginning to respond to the urgent passion of his kisses and the gentle yet firm pressure of his kneading hand around her fully rounded buttocks. She wished in that wistful moment that she could truly loose her inhibitions and do what should come naturally to her as the mature woman she with all her heart and soul desired to become.

God, Roger was arousing her! Maybe there was hope yet, for she was starting to become aroused in the way a healthy female ought to! Perhaps she could become normal and not let her lewd, unspeakable desires for young boys ruin her future with Roger and his son, Mark!

His hands began to teasingly explore her body, caressing the hardening swell of her breasts. She felt her nipples throb painfully against the sheer netting of her brassiere, and she felt tiny little butterfly-like sensations fluttering lightly through her stomach.

"There now, you love me feeling your breasts, don't you darling?" he partially whispered as his hand continued to stroke her breast outside her blouse.

Miriam moaned in desperation. She couldn't fight him. He was too strong for her and now her own body was beginning to betray her. The effects of the drink, as usual, had caused it to turn into a loose bundle of raw nerve-endings and her mind was rapidly losing control over it. And still came the sharp thought that she didn't want to stop him or herself… that this time perhaps she would respond as she should to a man…