. but the more she studied her data and analyses and her conclusions, her questions overwhelmed the answers.At the risk of professional ridicule and s...orn, she cleaned up the reports, tidied up her conclusions, couched them in the appropriate butt-covering phraseology, and sent the bundle on to the mission director. It was copies of those reports that had landed on the Agency director's desk. It was really doing him no favors; it would be a long, long time before he would sleep more than a few. After the campus event ended, I caught Mimi as she was leaving. She was willing to pose for some informal modeling and we exchanged phone numbers. I called her to arrange for a shooting date the following week. I picked up Mimi in my snug VW bug at her home in a nice part of town. She was eager to take pictures, as she never had professional portraits taken of her. Mimi came dressed for the occasion with a knee length beige knit dress with suntan colored hose and low heels. We chatted as we. " I love you, Faith." I love you too, Cheyanne," Faith added, before I heard more kissing.'WTF?' I thought, backing my head away. "No, they weren't talking about each other, were they?" You're still a good kisser, sis," Cheyanne added."Do you think it's safe to sleep together tonight?" Sleep together? You have your own beds." I guess we could, but we should still keep it quiet. Dad could hear us or check on us too. You never know, so we have to be careful, though. If he catches us, well,. ‘I guess it’s my turn to do something for you, isn’t it?’ ‘You think you’re up to it?’ Samantha giggled. Stacey smiled and nodded. As he gazed at her, his passion stirred anew. He reached for her. ‘You bet I’m up to it!’ he said. ‘Let’s go up to my room and I’ll show you!’ Moments later, delightfully nude, Samantha lay on his bed. Stacey was lying between her splayed legs, his mouth clamped on her spasming opening, torturing her with his lips, tongue, and fingers while she squirmed and cried.