As she stood in the bus, she felt Ike Harvey's semen running down the inside of her left thigh to her ankle. She prayed that no one would notice it. And then when she jumped down from the bus on the corner of the street where she lived, a large gob of it squeezed out of the vagina and fell on the sidewalk. Kim ran home frantically hoping that no other accidents would happen before she could get to her apartment and shower off the remnants of her afternoon of illicit sex.

After her shower, she stood before the mirror and surveyed herself for the second time that day. Her body was glowing with contentment and it showed. Her breasts seemed heavier, even larger and the nipples were still throbbingly erect and a darker pink than ever before. Her inner vaginal lips protruded slightly as her well-fucked, unusually stretched cunt had not yet returned to its normal, trim tightness. She was sad that she could not share this feeling with her beloved new husband, but then she remembered that he was the only one who was ever supposed to make her feel this way. And she immediately felt a stab of guilt.

At about four o'clock the phone rang and Kim picked it up eagerly, needing to speak to someone to fill the empty feeling she felt inside.

"Hi, Kim," came the woman's voice. "It's Susie."

"Oh, Sue," Kim said with relief. "I'm glad you called." Sue was Kim's best friend and many were the afternoons they had spent together in the apartment of one or the other. Kim loved Sue's bubbly, good-natured personality. She was twenty-three, worldly wise, had been divorced about a year previously, and Kim suspected she slept around with an assortment of men. So who am I to talk now? Kim berated herself. After what I did today.

"I'm glad you called, Sue," Kim went on. "I've got to talk to someone."

"Hmmm, sounds earth-shaking," Sue said. "Do you want me to come over? I'm always ready for a good bit of gossip."