After my second cum we lay side by side on the large bed. "I want to see you on a regular basis Rachel. I really like you a lot." I'm sorry Jimmy but ...his was a one time thing and I thank you for being so gentle and making my first time special. I can't have you as a boyfriend knowing you have been screwing my mother. It just wouldn't work for me."I was taken aback by her words. I was really smitten with Rachel and thought we could have a great relationship. Her next words startled me also.. Brantwell had been careful to mix real information in with false leads, so it took me a while to assemble the notes and schematics of the Device.The diaries indicated that this was one of Brantwell's most successful inventions, he'd even made a few prototypes. I figured if I wanted proof that Brantwell was more than a crackpot, this would be the device to try. The latest MC prototype was missing, so I took the next most advanced one. It was a head-mounted gizmo that looked like a wide headband. My buttocks rise of the bed slightly as i slide my toy in and out of my pussy. By this time you have sat next to me touching my breast's with your cold hands tantalising my nipples. Leaning in for a kiss, fuck me this is hot. Your nice soft lip's kissing me hard tongue darting in and out of my mouth as your fingers tweek my nipples. I'm getting wetter and wetter by the minute. Taking your lip's to my nipples, sucking at them as the other hand rolls the nipple between your fingers. Bite please. Why can't I find pleasure with sex now?" Because you believe feeling good from sex is wrong. Sex with your parents felt good, gave you pleasure, but that sex was wrong... sick. Society says so, and you agree with society. Also, the pleasure your parents gave you with their brand of sex went away forever when they left you, when they abandoned you by dying. All these associations are mixed up in your mind. Guilt. Shame. Negative emotions. When it comes to sex, you're a bundle of negative.