All these sensual delights swam over her as her mind was awash with the imagery of their bodies touching, joining, becoming one, again and again.Then ... warming rush of pleasure enveloped her brain as another orgasmic quake swelled up from her spasming pussy."Oh, God," was all she could say as the orgasm's unholy heat filled her soul.How could incest be wrong, she asked herself as her body quivered and shook with ecstasy.But even as she was possessed by the wicked delight of her second orgasm,. Shawn always held doors for her. He always looked to see that she had everything at dinner before starting his, or even just a drink. They were both in their early thirties, and very happily married. Nicky was thin but had nice proportions. I never asked, but I think she might have had a boob-job. Shawn was a handsome guy. Any of my unmarried girlfriends would have jumped at the opportunity to be with him. I had no clue as to what went on during these encounters. I had showered and. I went to gather the laundry and when I got to Amy’s, I saw those panties at the top of the close basket. I carried them to the laundry and when I got there, I just had to know what cocoa was getting aroused about. I picked up her panties and smelled the crotch of them. There was a mild musk scent that filled my nostrils. I also noticed a nice stain in the crotch of them. Not knowing much about girls, I was curious to what it was. I could only think it was from the leaking in the panties. My. Tears ran down my face as I watched her. I'd killed him and I couldn't even tell her I was sorry or they would kill her too.I went into my parents room and opened their closet door. I reached in and pulled down the .357. Its silver frame reflected the bedroom lights. The Oak grips were polished to perfection. It would be so easy. I wouldn't have to look into her face, the face that loved me, knowing that I had hurt her.The peace, the darkness, called me. I shook my head. I couldn't do that to.