Returning to the big booth area, I sat on a bench in the shadows right in the middle of the large booths. A younger, husky-sized Latino walked by and...reached down to give a squeeze to my dick which was obvious as it strained down the right leg of my jeans. I moved his hand over to my zipper to make it clear to him that it was open and ready for him to explore. He reached in and pulled out my hard cock, and I asked him to join me in a nearby big booth that was empty.Once inside, I adjusted. You beautiful slut. Fill your fucking mouth with that hot white cum. Oh FUCK yes Gen... it feels so good babe, ungh... ungh... unghhhhhhhhhhhh."It was over too soon. I was still shivering with post orgasmic tremors when I looked down and saw Gen with her mouth open and nearly full with my sperm. It was erotic enough to send another jolt through my body."God dam you are one fine cocksucker aunt Gen!" Hey I thought I was one fine cocksucker?" said mom."You are mom! But she's is your twin and you. It was no longer his hand that was drawing him closer and closer but her warm, moist pussy, gently squeezing his shaft as she rose and fell in a steady rhythm. She smiled down at him with fiery lust in her eyes, her nails digging into his chest as she rode him faster. Her breasts bounced with her movement, the big, erect nipples mesmerizing Oscar. She started going harder and Oscar began to thrust upwards into her, seeking their mutual climax and getting warmer with every muted collision of. He started to knock on the door but then just used his key and let himself in. What would he say to gain entry anyway? The apartment was dark and only then did he realize that it had passed midnight. As he sat at the bar, beating himself up over his gut and what he'd allowed to happen, hours had passed.Jethro Gibbs hated being off balance. Jethro Gibbs hated being vulnerable. But most of all Jethro Gibbs hated knowing his failures had caused an agent to die. And Jethro Gibbs knew himself well.