Cmon, honey, says Anita. Were all in this together. Your panties are as icky as mine. Youve got nothing to be ashamed of. Strip! Molly turns beet red,...but obeys her mothers command and steps out of her soiled panties. Her hands go self consciously to her almost bald pussy. Joe and Anita cross the room and hug their daughter. The hug last for several seconds and then Joes cock, already at half mast begins to grow and rise, rubbing alongside Mollys thigh as it becomes fully erect. Molly starts. I called Eric again. “Don’t you ever sleep or quit?” he asked.“Only when necessary; I have a bag of cell phones that was collected last night; they are ringing like crazy. Do you have a DEA investigative team working today that can make use of them while the information is still active?” I asked then added, “I will keep the ones from the terrorists.”“Yes, at the Washington main office. I’m here now and not in a position to come get them. Can you bring them over?” he asked.“If I cannot find. I had some of that hotel room Coffee many times, it’s a cross between Rat poison and battery acid. ‘Come on in.’ I told her, and I went back to trying to get the computer to work. She took one look and fiddled with it a little bit, found a wireless connection and had it up in about two minutes. ‘Do you want me to leave the door unlocked, in case you need anything?’ Hank asked me. ‘Sure, that’s fine.’ I told her. She nodded, then went into her room, leaving the door standing open. Later, I took. Once we were out of site, I grabbed her, and pulled her in, our lips met, and it was amazing. Her tongue curled in my mouth, wrestling with mine, my hand begins gripping her breast, massaging as we kiss. Her hand slides down over my jeans, feeling my rock hard state. Our breath quickens, and we begin to maul each other. Her lips so full, press hard against mine, I step her back pressing her against a tree, she grunts as we slam our bodies together. Her legs slides up my side and our hands.