''The NSA?' I wondered as we swept past the security checkpoint to the elevators. 'Isn't that like the CIA or something?''Something yes. But different...' Tseng pushed the elevator button, and asked aloud if I like coffee. I demurred with an audible reply.'NSA (National Security Agency) does not exist, much like we do not exist.' He continued showing me around with 'words' only I could hear. 'They conduct espionage on everyone. Spying. Listening. Eavesdropping.'Tseng looked at me. 'Make love to. I know she will always remember that night, that time a cowboy had lived a millionaire's dream. Lord, I loved that lady with the tight fitting jeans.She was gone now and all I knew of her was her name, Laura, and that she had been raised in Boston and had gone to school at Wellesley. She was a class act all the way. And that she had left me with a broken, sad heart.It was hard to get back to what I now knew was a boring humdrum life. Laura had made all the other women I knew seem like pale. Madhuri pushed up against him, pressing her breast into his hand.How many times had she been fucked? Ravi became more and more certain that his kid sister had done it with more than her teacher. He slipped a hand between her legs and pressed his fingers against her cunt. The young girl arched her back and pushed it up against his hand, spreading her knees wider to give him open access. Her pussy was slick with her juices, and it was easy to slip a finger between the lips and slide his finger. On this picnic let's try to talk to her as friends, like the way we spoke and still speak to Amanda. Then we'll just follow whatever happens." This sounds like a good start," Teresa said. "But I have another problem for which I need some advice also. Please don't take it as impertinence on my part. You see, Suzy and Tim, like many twins, are really close to each other. Even now while Tim is away they have long phone conversations at least twice a week, and as far as I know they have no secrets.