He stated that he had a tip that I may be coming to the post office that night and that he may want to investigate my tax return and identification. A... that point he asked me for my drivers license. What could I do? I opened my purse and handed him my license showing me as Terry Smith. He looked at me again and told me this was very interesting and he left the room.I was sitting there frightened wondering what may happen to me when all of the sudden the door opened and the gentleman came back. What the Hell? These were living, breathing, hot-blooded, lusty, busty babes! And their machines and laboratories kept telling me I had sent them samples from a bug?A mistake? Human error? Maybe some grad student had flubbed up something? Maybe once ... twice? But five times? Twelve times? Twelve different laboratories had been interested and able to run genetic and biochemical tests on the Nympha specimens I'd sent and all told me the same thing. A Bug.Turns out, there was a logical reason why. I could feel the texture of the soft material and the heat of her breast. We didn't move until I gave the slightest squeeze and she murmured, "Ohh!"She looked up again but still didn't move so I took the initiative and squeezed more firmly and shifted to cup more of her tit as I leaned over and kissed her. She didn't respond at first but sat motionless. I knew I was well over the line but, wherever it was, it was too late now to turn back. It's as well to be hanged for a sheep as a lamb, my Lit. I must have been there for ten minutes before she gave a sigh and flung back her head before laying down in the sun. i sat there gawping as she slid her hand down the front of her body and came to rest on her right tit. idly rubbing at the stiffening nipple she began to sigh and moan frequently and my cock became solid. i was frozen with fear, rooted to the spot but desperate to see more and as if on cue she suddenly turned her head to me and looked directly into my eyes. 'have you had a good.