Inside the lobby of the building, I paused at the clearance window and was given a visitor badge that was clearly marked “FBI section only” fillin... me with a premonition that all was not kosher in government circles.The directional signs indicated that the elevators to the FBI section were in the rear of the building and could not be accessed from the ones in the main lobby. I followed the blue line to the bank of elevators in the back and pressed the button that said “FBI Reception. They push their hips up, sliding back against the bench with their back while spreading their legs wide. Their legs drape across each other as drops of sweat drip down their stockinged legs, down their bellies to hang off their inverted nipples. Their pussies are both on display like flowers ready to be inhaled, tasted, sucked, licked and enjoyed fully.Then they both just smile up at the man and wink. They both press their thighs further apart and moan. Both of them bring their hands up to. I told my husband I had a special surprise for him on Friday, so he had to be home early.The day came for me to get ready for my "date" with Eric. I put on a push up bra that lifted my tits up and together, a sheer silk blouse, and a short black leather skirt that barely covered my slightly big ass. Of course I had on stockings, a garter belt and the tiniest sheerest lace black panties I would dare to buy. I completed my "slut" outfit with black high heels.I was finishing my makeup when hubby. ”“April, I am assuming that all of my stuff is in the same place, so I’ll just get it and be on my way.”“Go ahead, Mike. I’m sorry.”“Yeah.” My son walked into the bedroom.I followed as he took the stuff he had in a couple of dresser drawers and put them in a big gym bag. He moved to the closet and stuffed a few shirts and pants into the bag. He went to the bathroom and came back with an open box of condoms.“You used my rubbers to fuck my girlfriend? You couldn’t bring your own?”“I took your.