I hesitated. According to protocol I was not supposed to let anyone know where I was going. I never had before, but that had been before I was human a...ain, much less married and a mother. I wrestled with the thought and finally decided to follow the rules. I considered I must be getting staid in my old age. For hundreds of years I thought rules were simply things that got in your way.I left at dusk and drove quickly but carefully up the Interstate until I pulled off at the designated exit. I. Two fingers in deep. She moved them in and out as she rubbed her clit with the other hand.My cock was as hard as a rock, throbbing in my jeans. I couldn't take my eyes off her curvy body, her black thong at her ankles.She started fingering and rubbing harder and faster. Tipping her head back as she took a deep breath in. Pushing her hips up towards her hand as she pressed down, rubbing her clit. Pushing her fingers into her pussy, harder, faster, deeper.I opened the door a little more to get a. ...n...no.....yo....you. Stop...please...what are....are you doing?" he gasped."Calm down Harold. We have to do your hair and makeup first. Now, stopgasping and calm down. I'm not going to do anything to hurt you. Kickoff those shoes and get out of those slacks," she firmly said.In a daze Harold complied. His head was reeling and to make mattersworse, had no idea of what to do. A pretty girl had seen him in hislingerie and was talking about hair and makeup. He was extremelyembarrassed but with. You tell 'em ... maybe they'll listen to you ... scientists, when Ceiling said "Company coming. Ooo, they're pissed."They crashed through the door, mostly unaware that the battering ram used in the assault didn't come with them.Yes ... they had the remnants of black suits ... yes ... they were holding plastic grips and plastic frames that used to be attached to guns with metal springs, triggers and slides that once upon a time had magazines with metal cartridges in them. If it was metal ... it.