Barbara's first reaction was disbelief and anger. She wanted to speak up and immediately put a halt to this show, but somehow she could not bring her...elf to do it. She still thought of her son as a c***d, but as she watched her son's buttocks pump in and out of her noisy neighbor, she realized that her son was no longer a c***d. He was now a man. From her rear-view vantage point, she could see his testicles bang against Linda's pussy as he violently thrust his cock in and out of her. You are beautiful. You have a beautiful body. Sorry!”I laughed, “I was joking too, silly.”She growled at me, actually saying, “Grrr!” and dived out of the bed and grabbed my waist, tickling me, something I usually hate but right there, right then I didn’t hate it. I laughed, and tried to tickle her back, we fell on the bed, laughing and giggling insanely.When we finally stopped, I was exhausted, we were both breathing hard from the laughter, but I realised I hadn’t laughed so much, or been so. Then I asked Dwight if the questioning could occur in one of our interrogation rooms, and asked if the interrogation room could be set up so that the video and audio feed went to two separate viewing rooms. If the agent coming here insisted on turning it off, or insisted on keeping the recording, I wanted a second recording available. Dwight agreed to have it ready by tomorrow morning.When I woke up at my usual pre-dawn hour, I felt better about what might happen today. I still didn’t feel any. It took me three hours to decided what to wear to the airport, I eventually selected a green chiffon floaty top that just covered my ass with black leggings, over the knee black suede boots, a black leather coat and a cream chunky scarf. After all, it is winter in Scotland. I wore my auburn hair out and naturally wavy with a little pleat across the front to hold my bangs back from my face. I arrived at the airport 30 minutes early so I didnt have to rush around like a headless chicken looking.