The guy who investigates the Internal Affairs and kept tabs on the SS and all the other various agencies, I was out in Northern California because of ...tatistical mismatches I kept finding from the NSA, which by the way happens to be funded by the Ranger organization, a sub branch per say, like the United States Marshals. Yea, the ‘blue bird’ programs numbers and my numbers weren’t matching up. I decided to check it out personally. An interesting side note, what is the difference between the NSA. “Yep, that is one fine ass.” He grabbed by hand and pulled me out of the dressing room. A small group had gathered outside the door and all were commenting on my body.“Girl, that bikini looks great on you.What a fine ass.Man I would love a piece of that.I love those little tits.Shake that fat ass bitch.”I was bright red but also enjoyed the attention. I felt a hand on my ass and figured it was Brad but didn’t want him doing that in the shop, but as I turned around it was an older man, probably. We chatted, old stories were retold, it was like the old days when we younger and with nothing to worry about except getting drunk and getting laid.I was so happy, drinks with good company and a furtive grope on the way back from having a pee, I had already had more to drink than normal and was shocked to see it was nearly twelve I would have to make my way home soon, shit I didn't want to go home to more shit off of Tony.Lisa must have seen me glance at my watch as she offered me a lift, she. Emily danced and moved in front of me, leaning in and letting her tits brush my lips, then she turned and wriggled her hips above my cock, then she looked back and smiled, she sat down and took my cock, I gave a sigh, she rocked her hips and asked for a drink, handing her one Tracy asked if she was staying there “Why not, I used to sit on daddies lap when I was little” not with his cock in your pussy I hope” “No but it feel’s nice so I’ll stay here for a bit” every now and again she rocked her.