It was almost seven when they had arrived. When he came back out, he asked, “Ready for dinner ... whoa!”Lauren smiled at him from where she was le...aning against the dresser. She was comfortably dressed for the ride in a calf-length denim shirtdress, almost a jumper, with a low-cut front and back and relatively open sides. It was normally worn with a tee shirt or a sweater under it, and she had worn it with a turtleneck at the office that morning, but she had left that at home. She had also left. Sitting in a chair about ten feet away there is a man staring right at us. I startle, grabbing your hair, but you misinterpret my movement and hold my hips harder, grinding me further into your face and making me let out a moan of pleasure as he looks right into my eyes. I look down at the scene, my flushed tits hanging out of my dress, nipples rock hard, your face pressed into my crotch as the result of all tonight's anticipation and expectation runs down my inner thighs. The tequila makes me. What kind of monster was I? I needed to stop but I didnt want to. I walked back into the living room. She was still lying with her ass up in the air. I lifted just that part of the blanket and her hole was still glistening wetness…I kissed it and started to lick it softly. I took my dick in my hand and started to rub it up from the bottom of her pussy to the outside of her asshole through her crack, lubing myself up with her juices. I pushed myself back into her trying so unsuccessfully to. ."Come out with your hands up!" yelled a voice over a loud speakerDropping the bag, he opened the front door and walked out with his handsraised above his head, trying hard not to cry~O~Never did he feel so alone as when he went to family court. Here he was,all of 12 years old and possibly going to Juvi on a breaking andentering charge. But it didn't matter anymore, Chris was so broken downthat he honestly didn't even care what they did to him anymore."Whatever" he mumbled to himself"Your.