..I figured, what the hell, I'm busted anyway... So I swung my chair around, with my cock hanging out and said 'Yeah, just passing the time, can't sle...p'? My cock was rock hard and pulsing at this point, seeing my step-daughter standing there in nothing but a t-shirt and panties was making me even harder.She smiled, eyes locked on my cock, and to my surprise and delight, she got down on her knees and wrapped her hands around my cock and started stroking me. She could not seem to take her eyes. As he stood there in front of her, he visualized her the way she looked that Valentine's Day church dance where they met over sixty years ago. His mind's eye saw the beauty that had made him tongue tied to the point he almost didn't ask her for a dance.They danced most of the evening together and made arrangements for him to visit her at her home the next evening after supper. Some would say they had a whirl wind romance as just a year later to the day, Valentine's Day 1952, they were. "You may enjoy simple things, Jet, but you are anything but a simple guy. Dangerous, remember?" she said, quietly. "And I've had some experience with you liking to work with your hands."Louder, she addressed the FBI agent. "Toby? That's cute. Do you let people call you that? Or only close people or people who wanna tease you?" Abby smiled at him, softly. "You can probably tell I like asking questions to," she said, winking at him."Yeah, Jethro, you keep saying that the next time she bombards. She watched his body convulsing as pulses from the helmetcaused him to convulse. She couldn't see what those pulses were doingto his synapses, she couldn't see the pulses over riding his higherthoughts the intensity of the signals starting to erase memories andmake the soldier more pliable and obedient."What you can't be serious why do you think I would ever work for you?"She said even as she moaned in pleasure the dolls were really good withtheir hands, and it was hard to see them as former.