I tried to imagine how I would have felt if Bob had walked into the house last week and caught Cindy and me French kissing. I probably would have kill...d the guy the next chance I got.No, a phone call seemed to be the only way out. And since we have Caller ID, it was going to have to be a call from my office. So much for saving her quickly.I certainly did act quickly, though; letting myself out through the gate on that side of the house and sprinting back to the car. I'm glad no cops saw me as I. It strained against the slacks I wore and begged for freedom. I was afraid it would be too much of a distraction as I drove. So, at 70 miles per hour, I just moved my hard on to a more comfortable position as I glanced back at Becky.Her fingers were now moving apart, opening her pussy, splitting her lips. I could smell her lust now, filling the car, I watched as she let her own fingers do what I wanted to. S[reading her fingers and pulling back over her swollen mound, exposing her wet, hard. “Yes.” Private Lovejoy responded, “You don’t remember?” Private Thompson was about the respond and I cut her off. “Okay,” I remarked, “I don’t want to know whose fault it was, I was just curious to know what you guys were thinking. Obviously, your timing was way off. We have a job to do and both of you have detracted from our main mission, to build a cohesive team, but sleeping with team members is a bit of a stretch.” I took a deep breath and exhaled. “I am going to assign each of you two. I pulled Emma's head to my chest and began stroking it."It's alright. Everything is gonna be better from here on out. I have a plan." I told her."A plan? For what?" Emma asked."For Mom and Dad to get together. She has some time off coming up before school starts. First thing I want to do is head down stairs after we clean up our mess. I want to leave the door open, so she knows that at least one of us has been up here." I told her."How's that gonna help?" Emma asked."It's gonna force her to.