The woman inside looked up and smiled. Pat realized that apart from the blonde hair this woman looked nothing like Joyce. she was in her early 30's, a...out 5' 6" and slender. Even in slacks and a simple blouse she looked almost elegant. But the major difference was the smile. This woman's was warm and friendly, a contrast to Joyce, who Pat suddenly realized had always looked like she was smiling from a sense of superiority."Hello Ms... ," Pat looked at the report "Clarke. I'm Detective Pat. I felt him reach down my track pants, feeling up my ass. I pulled his hands up, telling him to stop. He wouldn't listen to me. Everytime I pulled his hand up, he only wanted to go down more and more. My panties were getting soaked. He, then, took off his hands off of me and released his hard cock in front me, althought I couldn't see in the dark. Al made me touch it, but I wasn't sure what to do with it, so I refused. I guess he was fine with it because he gave up. He resumed with pleasuring. Mostly to avoid the scandal of my sister’s birth and Dad’s reckless revenge. She was the fruit of Mom’s adultery, you see. Dad laid down the law, got some vengeance, burned his bridges in Maine, and dragged us clear across the country to get the heat off everyone of us. My sister lived with us, but she was always treated like a foster kid rather than Mom’s real child.“I was the golden boy, if you will, but I refused to treat my sister like an insect. Karen is a sweet young lady and I’ve always. I thought she was just doing it to help pass the day but after a while, I thought maybe, just maybe she may be interested in me. We started to share more intimate details, such as we both shave down below and how we both like feeling skin on skin during sex, and that she desires oral sex and that I enjoy giving women oral sex. So over time we got to know each other fairly intimately just through conversation. We both definitely had an erotic side to us that others didn’t know about. Since we.