Her sobs tore at me in a way I never expected, had never experienced and had no defense against. Her pain ate at me, and I cried with her. This wasn�...t right. I was a cop and cops didn’t cry like this. At least I didn’t. Still, the ache inside me called back to her pain and we held each other. Then David pulled Gretchen out of my arms and held her. A flash of anger and jealousy ripped through me, but I forced it down. I might love Gretchen and be married to her, but David was her family in a way. Then we further spoke for a while and this time i had my hand round her shoulder and the other hand in her hand. I then slid my hand into her kurta and now i could feel her strap of the bra. Her other hand held me tightly…she was saying no..plz, without trying to really stop me. But i was not to listen.My hand went into the strap of her bra and she moaned in pain…she looked at me with her eyes half closed. Then i removed my hands and placed them on her cheeks and the very fact that i was not. I can’t help a small moan from escaping my lips as he continues to squeeze my tits. Going back and forth between them. “Take off your bra and the rest of your clothes.” He tells me. I comply with his demands, although he never lets go of my hair, my head tilted back as he sucks on my neck making it hard to do as he wants but I manage and before long I am naked before him. My body is getting very excited wondering what is going to happen next. He looks down at my tits and smiles as he says, “I. It was obvious to everyone that David & I were dating. Actually dating is too passive of a term. We were wildly enamored with our newfound relationship and the way we acted together, sided up to each other or touched each other it was pretty evident that we were a couple. I had had a talk with Matt that since I crossed over the line from straight to bisexual that I found it difficult to hide something so good anymore. He was cool enough about it, but I think he was afraid that he would become.