I traced a finger on the material above her pussy then, pressed. She drew in a sharp breath, letting it out in a sigh. I felt the material dampen and ...y cock jumped. Alexis put her hand on my bulge and began to rub. She pressed and so did I. We sighed together as we kissed. I slipped my hand down her panties, taking my time. I felt no hair and grew more excited to see. I slid my finger between her lips and into her warm, slippery wetness. I rubbed her gently, unhooking her bra. Amy glanced out the window as we chatted. She seemed nervous, scratching at her neck, then taking a step in towards the kitchen, then checking her cell phone.“What time is it?” I asked.It was close to two thirty. I told Amy that I needed to grab my shirt and my shoes and that I’d be on my way. She casually asked if I had a contact number.“Sure,” I replied. She took out her cell phone and entered my cell number as I called it out to her.I just want to make sure there are no conflicts,” Amy. I compared the pictures and they look about the same. They didn't even use the aging programs on her picture. I guess if they did it wouldn't look as much like her." Wilson said."Did you tell Simpson?" I asked."No, I was going to after I told you," Wilson said."I'll tell him. First of all how to you see it unfolding now," I asked."There are some tire tracks. I made pictures and got them ready to send to the SBI super computer. He takes or forces her to go into this building. I'm not really sure. ”Bill continues, “Ms. Stevens, if you were a former military operative, they would give you that information?”Vic walks up, is dirty as hell, grins at me and says, “It was good to see you kick that fat bitch’s ass.”Bill looks at Vic and asks, “Did you verify the information?”Vic says, “How else did you think I got so dirty.”I ask, “Verify what?”Vic replies, “The FBI agent’s statement that there were no bodies on the motorhome.”I look at the still smoldering motorhome and ask, “You went inside.