" "Oh I think I misunderstood the dress code, sorry." "Never mind, a few Vodkas and no one will care."In normal parties Tracey's dress code would have...raised eyebrows. She wore a figure hugging full length spandex slieveless dress that looked that she had been poured into it. The top had an inverted heart shape so that the top of her tits and her clevage were well on show. A heart shape at the back showed no strap across her back. raising the question bra or no bra? The shape of her nipples at. (Sounds of breathlessness) You rub your shiny headed dick across my saturated pussy lips. I lean back against the wall, glad of its support. You hoist one of my legs, raising it to support it with one arm. I am completely open and exposed to you. It feels so right. Your free hand comes up and your fingers trace across my face. I look deep into your eyes. My body is shaking with the anticipation. “Please, please!” You grab hold of my throat. Your grip; a lot tighter than before. You feel my. She sighed and sat on the edge of her bunk. She had to decide whether or not to trust these folks. It wasn't as if she had a lot of options at this juncture. Packing up her gear again and putting the issue aside, she picked up the files and began to read.Some of the files were from past cases and they included complete post-case analysis. She was able to learn what was done, what the agent thought about his or her own actions and what the folks up the chain of command thought as well.. .. so much so that I actually uttered a small mew of disappointment when Cherie broke our kiss, removing her fingers from between my legs.Cherie climbed out of the tub and stood there dripping, extending a hand towards me. Her voice was thick with lust. "Let's go to my room, Mom. I want to make love to you."Hearing these words coming from my daughter's mouth thrilled me to the core. I gazed dreamily into her eyes, heart throbbing as I took her hand. I let her help me out of the tub, then.