Her hands tightened on his thighs, her thumbs brushing the inner seam of the pantyhose, and she shifted her weight, pulling out slowly. Nothing happened–no flash, no jolt, just the hum of the house around them. He slid his hands down, fumbling with her fly, the zipper catching before giving way. “Sure,Stepmother Was Raped ” he said, tossing the word over her shoulder.