I would have guessed she was the Program person. The other two were from FOSA and the Irish Consulate. They tried to put me at ease."Thank you for com...ng, John." The woman began. I could feel my mouth twitch at the implication that I had any choice in the matter. "This is not a trial, or an inquisition, or anything like that. We are just here to try and find out exactly what happened here this morning. I understand that this is stressful for you," understatement of the century! "but it is very. .fuck fuck ... this wasn't the plan but I kept cool and teased her a little and she said she would go topless and think about it . It wasn't long till i noticed a few guys walking thru the dunes and blantly looking at her.. this was going to be a good day .Time to get out the food and drink and get thing on the move we ate and I opened my wine and poured her a large drink which she downed fairly quickly saying she was thirsty and asked for a refill... I asked again for her to remove her bottoms. It had a blue blouse with a giant "SWM" emblazoned on it (the coat of arms for the house of Kal-El), a yellow belt that hugged my waist tighter than a federal budget after tax cuts, tight blue pants with a red crotch region, red thigh-high boots, and (after a failed attempt to attach a hood) a giant red cape stuck to the neckline. I was proud of my work, and it fit perfectly."Carla Kent, you look gorgeous in that wardrobe," she replied. I hugged her and bade my farewell. I still talk to my. Evidently he had not got around to using these panties for his pleasure as yet. I leaned forward so that the panty nearly touched the tip of my nose and I inhaled the stale thick scent recognizing it for what it was, even if it was different than my own. I yanked my nose away quickly, disgusted at myself. Here was even more evidence that the writings of my deranged daughter was all true. And if they are - god help me!I dropped the garment onto my lap and shoved my hand beneath the bed yet.