This morning, the subject was long-range shooting. Daddy and I, along with about twenty agents, settled into the large conference room at 1300 Summit....A soft-looking woman, blonde, in her mid-40s, stood at the head of the table and welcomed everyone.“Thank y’all for stopping by. And, thank you, Sandra, for inviting me.” A syrupy accent.“I’m Teresa Tuscumbia, posted to Quantico these days.” She smiled a toothy grin, “Yes, I am called Mother Teresa. And some other ‘mother’ names as well.”She was. I moved my hand to the front of her body and stroked her tits through thebasque, feeling her nipples harden; but I didn't linger there. I couldplay with breasts anytime I wanted to; I wanted to explore between herlegs. I slid my hand further down her body until I was stroking the top ofher nyloned thigh; god it was so exciting, then I couldn't wait any longerand I pressed my hand against the package she had trapped inside herpanties. I stroked her thickening member through her gauzy panties. I want to be naked and on my back."She dug in her purse and pulled out a key with a plastic tag attached."Drive to the Manchester Inn." Why?" Because we need to change for the party and I have a room there."That was news to me. Katie explained that her mom had booked the room early that afternoon, paying with cash. I cocked an eyebrow."Oh, I'm sure he knows. It may even be his idea, not wanting his daughter to be talked about." She giggled.Katie directed me around the back of the motel and we. So I was eagerly waiting for his move. Half an hour has passed and still no sign of him trying his move. I was disappointed and thought of making a move. I thought of holding his hand but somehow stopped myself.One hour has passed my playlist is almost over. When I turned to him, I saw that he was busy studying. He looked at me and I immediately turned my self, avoiding any eye contact. My heart was beating faster than normal. Now I had to do something but my brain had stopped working.So I went.