‘Mmm… a woman in black panty hose,’ the gravelly American voice said. ‘Political correctness not yet arrived on yourside of the pond, then?’...Trina answered, unfazed. ‘Shit, no. Not when there’s a broad in the offing in the kinda shape you’re in.’ Her admirer introduced himself. ‘Al Fresco, FBI.’ ‘Hello, Al Fresco.’ Trina resisted smiling at his name. It was hard. ‘DCI Christine Edwards. Call me Trina. What’s the FBI doing here?’ ‘Just a watching brief. And I do like watching briefs, though it. That woman infuriated him.The squeak of a floorboard brought him back to the hear and now and it took him a moment to realize that the bodacious rump that was settled in front of the coffee maker was his little girl. As she stretched up to get a mug from the cabinet, Lucas could swear he saw the slick outline of her pussy through the stretchy black fabric of her panties. His cock twinged and his red-plaid boxers suddenly seemed a whole hell of a lot tighter. Rubbing a hand across his stubbly. Where in PA is this, anyway?” Justine replied to her husband ... well, her first hubby.“Somewhere just over the border. Erie County, perhaps?” Mike Hawkins pointed to the county line that they bypassed seconds before.“Touche ... very general of you,” Justine answered the flippance of her second husband.Both men cracked up at their wife and her response. Justine was nothing if not feisty, their French-Canadian ginger delight. Sharing her was quite the experience, to put it mildly. There were. I was destroyed. I would have to see her the next day when I walked past the Help Desk on my way to my cubicle. I collapsed against the wall, dropped my dress."Show them to me," Peter barked. In a daze, I raised the dress again, not caring now what happened. He pounced on me, fingers twisting and yanking my nipples, trying to pull them off of my body. I felt my cunt swelling, wanted to rub myself against his leg or touch myself but knew better. His face was right against mine, his breath in my.