I could feel her defined core breezing by. Megan pulled away from the making out to say, "As much fun as this could be right now I'm honestly really t...red, and we've got a drive ahead of us." I couldn't help but faintly smile because of the way she said that. Her blue eyes fluttered, followed by her stretching to release the grip she had on my hair. "Perfectly understandable." I responded and rolled over to turn off the light. "Do you drink coffee?" I asked. "Yes I do," Megan answered mid yawn.. Mrs. T belt was undone. Her last button on her mini skirt was off. I watched Jeana unzip Mrs. T. mini skirt. I bite my lower lip. I had to shake my head. It was not the first time I had seen Mrs. T. or a few girls making out on my couch. It was just the first time two hot older ladies (COUGARS) make out with so much passion on it. I moved again in my black leather arm chair. I clicked off the TV.I watched Jeana move her hand inside Mrs. T. mini skirt. She was trying to get her hand in farther. Steve figured that her pretty provocative dress was what passed for her thought of conservative clothing.“So you didn’t finish High School?” Steve asked her. She waited a second like she was gathering her thoughts. Usually that was a bad sign, in Steve’s experience people only had to think about things they were going to lie about. She answered him after just a few seconds, “I had a hard time in High School. I got in with some friends that I should not have. I dropped out for a while, and then. Now if you'd just fill out this form, I'll get someone to come and collect you."While David wrote in the details, the messenger spoke into a telephone. By the time he had finished and returned the form a slightly younger messenger arrived "Take this gentleman to Captain Watts in USIO, Room 103." David followed the elderly gent down a corridor and through thick steel and concrete doors into the heart of the Citidal.Captain Henry Watts looked as if he had been lifted straight of the screen from.