Some bottles clink together as he kisses your neck, chest, and his hands explore your skin. You can feel his hard cock pressing into your panties and ...you reach down there to stroke it but he stops your hand.“Ladies first” he whispers in a husky voice. His lips suction to your neck and makes you gasp from pleasure.He sets you down and he drops to his knees. He slides your panties off of your body and tosses them aside. He lays your guys shirts down and instructs you to lay on them. It was a kind. It was one thing having Rachel suck Diane's nipples and even finger fuck her but going down on Rachel was not only crossing the line but jumping way over it. I didn't know what to do. My duty as a cop was to arrest her for incest. Rachel was 16, which is the age of consent in North Carolina, but incest is another thing all together.The husband and father in me didn't want to break up our happy family. Diane was my soul mate and Rachel was the apple of my eye. Rationalizing it, all Diane was. The hard floor presses into my back, reminding me of just how malnourished I have become. My gaze passes over the room, listlessly taking in the bare walls, peeling paint, and cracked door. "Damn, this place really is a shit hole." A self deprecating laugh slips past my lips, before devolving into a hacking coughing fit. My whole body heaves with each cough, and when the fit fades, my blood is pounding in my head. My thoughts are disjointed now, and the rooms spins wildly. My throat spasms, as. This and also being socially awkward made a very uncool person in the school. Girls would think I am a pervert and a sex pest ( which I was , as I would masturbate 3-4 times a day) while the boys would think I am a pushover wimp. Basically I was a social outcast without any chance of getting a girlfriend. However one of the girls, Sana, whose family was a family friend to my family would at least speak to me. I of course had a massive crush on her .However She was always with friendly terms.