I looked up at her and the expression on her face said it all before I could even speak up in protest: she didn’t give a damn about me missing my fl...ght. I removed my clothing and stood there in silent humiliation. I almost cried. But I didn’t. I was determined not to let them get the best of me. Agent Richardson moved the hand-held metal detector over me, then slid her gloved hand underneath my bra to make sure I had nothing hidden in there. Then with the back of her hand she patted down the. I remember the first time that I saw them having sex. I was walking to the kitchen to get a drink, and I passed through the living room. There, over the arm of the couch, was my mother, naked. Behind her was my father, pounding his cock into her. She looked up when I walked in, then looked back down, hiding her face. My father however, grabbed her by the hair, causing her back to arch, forcing her to look at me, as well as exposing the whole front of her body to me, to the point where I could. Her pussy dribbled out a flow of sticky girlcum onto the bed as she writhed in the ecstasy of release, her whole body taut and overwhelmed with pleasure. I gave a small, satisfied smile as she sagged back down to the bed, her muscles twitching as she sucked in a lungful of air before slowly licking her lips. I watched her, studied her, and devoured her with my eyes. I memorized every curve, every line of her, the wet pinkness between her thighs and the swell of her generous breasts rising and. I followed trucks. And I wasn’t the only one who was bored. The driver of the big, black Lincoln behind us was doing all the same things I was. ‘Holy shit!’ I sat up straight and gripped the wheel so hard that my wrists hurt. ‘Trudy! Get on the phone to that FBI number, quick!’ She scrambled to get her phone and made the call. While it was ringing she asked, ‘What’s wrong?’ ‘We’ve got a tail!’ As I said that, the phone was answered by a voice we’d never heard before. Trudy did the FBI.