I was bit surprised and then I opened the file. It was an incest story. Though surprised it just let me know that all guys have such thoughts in their...teenage and this was usual. So I realized that this friend of mine could be a person with whom I can share my incest thoughts. Then I started surfing others. Word files were all incest stories. All pics were related to incest. All kinds of it. I was sure he was thoroughly obsessed by incest.Then came some movies of incest with lot of clips,. John and I got out of there before Amos and the local cops showed up. I was very sure the Oxford PD was used to cooperating with outsiders. Probably not my kind of outsiders, but ones with a badge for sure.“Oh had you ever seen your visitor before?” I asked.“Not really. I didn’t know any of Josey’s business people,” Iva said. She was pretty adamant, so I let it slide for the time being. Let the cops sweat her. John and I would continue being the push overs, I thought.John drove us to a student. Pete's friend said these people can get pretty rough, and he meant that very seriously!" she cautioned."I will, and I'll keep that in mind," Donna told her friend, and then headed back to her office to give this some more thought, do a little research, though she didn't expect to find much that would initially help her going in.If there really was much truth in what she'd been told, then this would be a difficult nut to crack, the people involved where very careful, did a lot of background. Leaning back against the sofa, Steve thought with pleasure about the woman who had just dashed out of the door. Even after eight years of marriage he was still madly in love with her. She was five foot two inches of sexual dynamite, with long flowing blond hair, although when she went to work it was always done up in a severe bun, deep blue eyes, as deep as the South Pacific, and as warm as the summer sky. Perfect tits, high and firm, she claimed they were a B-cup, but on the rare occasions.