I watched everyone go inside, and found myself wishing I could join them. It had to be better than jail."Let's go, Mr. Mills," the officer said polite...y then added. "I'm sorry about my actions, I got carried away." It's okay, Officer Merrick. I guess I did too." He sat me in the back of the police car and closed the door.*** The room Officer Merrick put me in wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. It was large with its own private bathroom. There was even an oversize tub that I used to soak my. Fuck. She thought. She used to kiss him more when he was little but had stopped after catching him looking at her differently. She better just get it over with.When she entered the room she caught a whiff of something she vaguely recognized. It wasn’t until she saw the white cloth near the bed that she realized what it was. Jon had been masturbating.She shouldn’t be surprised after how last night went. Then she recognized what the cloth was, a pair of her old panties she had thrown out. That wine was hitting them both pretty hard and the fact that they were both getting hot was not helping. Giggling, Sandra went into Cindy’s arms to dance, both of could feel the other one tremble when they touched breasts and started to sway to the music. Sandra was in awe of Cindy, her breasts were wonderful, subtle but they were firm and had nipples that Sandra herself wanted to lick. It must be the wine Sandra thought, she had never wanted another woman before but damn she was getting. This time I pinned Mike first. We started again and he pinned me. While he was on me counting I felt his hard dick on my side. This time I didn't say anything. We did this for a couple of hours, then put the beds back together and went to sleep. The next morning after eating Mr. King came back in the kitchen with his swim pants on. He told Mike to give me a pair of his to wear. "But dad, he can't swim" Mike reminded him. Mr. King asked if he wanted to spend the weekend by him self in his room..