This is why you don’t let a bunch of bureaucrats like this DHS stepchild run point, he thought.They just weren’t equipped like the Agency to handl... this sort of thing. It often seemed forty people had to approve each and every move, but with the CIA not being authorized to perform clandestine operations against citizens on American soil, it was necessary on this investigation. He would now be the agent in charge in the field, but his authority would fall under the purview of Homeland Security.. Sitting up, Randy grabbed a comic book off of the stack on his coffee table, figuring that reading comics usually helped him relax. But as he saw that it was an issue of X Factor, with Mystique on the cover, he tossed it back down in disgust. Being reminded of his situation was not what he wanted at the moment. In disgust, he grabbed one of his breasts as if to prove a point to himself. The feeling of his hand on his breast made Randy wince a little. It felt so weird to have breasts. After dinner Mum said that I could go to my room if I wished & John would help her clear up. I reluctantly left but felt very distracted. Eventually I crept down the stairs.Dinner stuff had been cleared but Mum & John could be heard in the kitchen, little whispers then silence then a sucking sound then a whimper. I got closer & there they were standing; side to me, and kissing. John's big brown left hand was fondling & kneading my mothers arse. I could not see his right hand but it seemed to be. He pauses at your barely covered breasts, and then again at the thin piece of cloth covering your mound. "I love the bikini", he says."I'm so glad you like it!" you smile back a response. Daddy, dips a finger into his drink, then runs it gently across your lips, "you are so luscious Baby", he says. you smile as his touch both tickles and excites you. He moves his finger and drifts it gently across your collarbone. Re-wetting his finger and repeating the same movement on your other.