"I guess so, and there is more. I kind of had a threeway with Lil too." What?" I giggled, setting the laptop aside and turning my body to her. "Are yo... serious, Mom? Did you fuck a mother and daughter? Did they do stuff together? Are they an incestuous couple, even though Kate is married?" I don't know, babe. This is just still very new to me, and now we're both sitting here naked with porn playing. You just told me that you like me in that way, so give me a minute please." Okay, Mom," I. Not that I would have minded any excuse I could get to be that close.She giggled as I dove right in and buried my face between her breasts, but I didn't mind. I'd wanted her for so long that finally having complete access to her body overrode what little restraint I had."You're such a goof," April said.I had her nipple between my lips, and when I looked up at her she only giggled again. I decided to ignore her and went back to touching and fondling and sucking on her boobs. Gradually her. But he'd worked for Cottmann-Hall, that think-tank Beltway Bandit for however many years, and his arguments and plans made sense. It was a need that President Reagan had highlighted with the War on Drugs, and the conventional wars the services were prepared to fight didn't include too much of this kind of small-unit support. The damned CIA had a hard-on for communism, and didn't give a shit about drug trafficking, unless they were doing it to raise clandestine cash, though ONI was never allowed. He almost didn’t look up when a woman sat down in the bar stool next to him. The fact that she was unclothed was no longer an unusual sight, but he did think that with so many other empty bar stools it was an unnecessary invasion of his space. He wondered whether he should ask for another drink or venture again into the crowded street outside. This bar, unlike those in Nudeworld, was staffed not by an attractive nude barmaid but by a functional serving robot that automatically identified Paul’s.