“John, I looked up Langley last night. There may be 100,000 people in that complex. I would imagine that place goes 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.�... Bill shared.“There may be three shifts during the week and two or three part-time positions during the weekend. Maybe fifty percent of them work during regular business hours during the week.” John looked at Bill, “What else did you learn?”Bill looked around, “Their intro to the Homeland Security’s tour talks of the agency having 230,000. ” Hearing this caused a restless ache within Riley’ chest. She understood. She understood more than Robert could ever know. She’d been awkward in school, herself. A bit on the plump side, she felt anxious and insecure around the “cool” kids and, as the stress mounted, she turned to food. She was never the athletic type, so she spent a lot of time on her computer or watching television instead of with friends. In fact, friends were few, and they were often just as awkward as she. In fact, it. With bold eyes on her, Johnny rubbed the wet crotch of his mother's panties over his face, and then pulled them to his lips.It was then she saw he had turned her panties inside out. Her eyes opened wide, burning with a strange, perverse hunger that she had not known was within her. She stood with her legs starting to shake as her son shoved his tongue out and licked at the inside wetness of her panties, then stuffed the crotch slowing into his mouth.She felt a steamy heat building rapidly. So we started walking around and talking and she was leading us and after we walked for about 10 minutes we stopped and i looked up and we were in the thong section and i looked at yher and she said "i just thought you would like a show" and i smiled and she started picking out the smallest thongs she could find. And then we snuck into the changing room and she started giving me a show and lap dance and we started making out and i was getting very hard and she felt it rubbing up against her.