So he just smiled at her."Well, then let me cut to the chase. We've gotten the drug traffickingin men's prisons under control. It's never going to be ...radicated butthe major players have been identified and taken out for now. So ourfocus has changed.Our problem at the moment is the women's prisons. The bureau has so fewfemale agents that are available and that can also cope with this kindof work that we can't get a handle on it.What we need is someone tough enough and experienced enough. Deana watched him go. She decided her son was getting ready to blossom into manhood, a couple years late from what she saw around the school. Still, boys matured at different rates and she had taught juniors who looked like they still belonged in junior high school. As far as her son went, all she could say was better late than never. His voice was finally starting to take on a deeper timbre and he was shaving a couple of times a week. Last year he had made the freshman swim team and might make. “Stand up,” she ordered. “Really, Cheryl,” I protested. “It’s not a big deal.” “It is to me. Get up.” I stood by the bed. “Come on,” she directed. “Get it inside me.” She knelt at the edge of the bed and rocked herself back and forward in an invitation. I stood behind her and held my rod, guiding toward her. When it touched her, Cheryl pressed backward. I eased inside her. “It’s your turn to fuck me,” she said. “Do me, Drew. Fuck me.” Her back was smooth and beautiful, sloping down from the. .. Get in meee!! Fuck me!!”A minute or two later, she was listening to her mother moan and gasp in intense passion. She was begging her lover now: “Please.. OOOH PLEASE...HURRY!Her moans increased in volume until finally, “OOhhhh Please... suck meee... make me cum!” Linda’s pussy contracted causing her fluids to gush out, soaking her panties and wetting her thighs.Turning out all the lights in the hallway, she pushed the door. It slowly opened enough to let her see the bed. Her mother’s.