" Where do you want me to sleep?" I asked, quite innocently I thought.She smiled and stood. "Come," she said, and she took me up to her bedroom. "The ...irl sleeps soundly," she whispered as she stood in my arms, face to my chest, "but we should be as quiet as we can be."I bent and kissed her. Then we undressed without conversation and slid under the quilts, both of us wearing only our skins and our smiles. After a bit of fumbling, kissing, licking, petting, sucking and grabbing, she arched her. The cock knob popped into her gooey pussy hole, and then the cockshaft. Then inch after inch of the long, stiff pussy-pleaser was boring into her fuck channel, stuffing the mother's cunt to bursting with the big, stiff cock she craved. "Fuck me, Henry! Unngggh! I'm so horny now! Fuck your mother, fuck your horny mother!" Henry sprawled on top of his naked mother, crushing her tits under his chest. Margaret shuddered, feeling the tremendous fuck pole stabbing to the hilt in her. A fellow in a good suit, expensive shoes and a chauffeur’s hat was holding a sign with my name on it, ‘Mr. P. Wells’, or at least most of it. He asked for my Texas Driver’s License and actually examined it closely (another sure sign that he was really FBI), then he grabbed my one carry-on bag and we were soon driving off towards downtown in a large black SUV that couldn’t have screamed ‘Government’ more if it tried. The driver, an Agent whose name I was apparently not worthy enough to receive,. It should also be good for her ego as well. Plus it would just be good TV, I expected.Cheryl showed up on time and we picked up the pizza before driving downtown to the club. "You are kidding, this club isn't on main street, for real?" Cheryl asked."Oh yes, right in the center of downtown Aster," I said with a laugh."Okay, but I promise you, if one of these jerks touches me, I'm going to break his finger," Cheryl said."You can do that?" I asked."You aren't the only bad ass bitch around," she.