Fortunately, the wine was taking effect and a flush-faced Kay nodded to him."Get the door, honey; don't leave my fresh cocks out in the cold."Chas and...Kevin stood nervously in the lounge toying with glasses of wine while Ed made small talk and tried to hide the embarrassment of the situation.It was Kay that made the first move. "For God's sake, boys! Sit on the sofa, all three of you, with your cocks out. I've got some comparing to do!"Like schoolboys caught smoking behind the bike shed, all. "Jeff, we have to talk." About last night?" Yes, of course. What else?" Well I was kinda hoping you wouldn't." Are you embarrassed about what we did?" No, of course not. I'm glad I did it." So you don't feel any guilt?" No, why should I? We agreed it was the best solution." Okay, but..." He was still holding my hand and I tugged his. "Let's go into the living room. We have to talk." Mom, are you mad at me?"I stopped walking when I felt him stop. Turning to him, I said, "No, I'm not mad. But we. I worked on the computer for an hour before I needed to leave to go to the office. I sent a text to one of the security men to come and stand guard and put them back in their cells after the VIP’s left.Back at the office I met with Andy on the security zone; it would be ready to go in thirty days. We went over the final details for closing the border between Tijuana and California for traffic returning to California.We decided on thirty days because we had seven hundred and fifty men and ladies. “You’re looking up my skirt, aren’t you?” she asked firmly. She wasn’t exactly angry, but wanted him to know he had been caught. Fred dropped her foot and his gaze at the same time. Sylvia was amazed at how quickly he admitted it. “I’m so sorry, Sylvia, I can’t help myself; it’s gotten worse lately. Please don’t say anything to anybody?” he pleaded softly. “So, you like looking up women’s skirts, is that it, Fred?” she asked. She felt as though she was admonishing him and he was surprisingly.