My little Italian wife, Peppi, was flaunting her small firm tits in a see through blouse, while half her ass cheeks hung out of her skin tight white s...orts. Pam and Peppi were good friends, even though Pam was a little put off by Peppi's overt sexuality. Pam stared as Peppi threw back several quick shots of tequila while rubbing herself against both the men and women. Pam was still holding her first shot, untouched. Joyce, a full figured older brunette with large, braless tits and a full round. I better get going.”Katie embraced her cousin and best friend like the sisters that they had always been to each other, “I miss you already.”“Why don’t you come home over the Labor Day weekend,” Cile suggested.“I’ll think about it,” Katie said. “That’s half a month away, so I’ll let you know.”Cile picked up her purse and headed for her suitcase sitting by the front door, “Who knows, maybe it will be a chance for you to introduce Tyler to your parents.”Katie cringed at the idea, “I doubt any man. He turned his head when the senior pilot Martin had assigned to him sat down beside him. Leland had never in his life felt any sort of attraction to a human female until he had met Cathy. She was a petite female, barely topping five feet tall, but as Danny had once commented to him shortly after Leland found out he was getting this team, she was built like a brick shit house. Cathy Parnelli was of Sicilian descent as Leland had learned upon meeting her, one of the many cultures of earth from. I was positive I would not like working in a place like that because your every motion was probably recorded and broadcast to monitoring rooms connected to the central security system. The receptionist gave me a small slip that informed me I was now referred to as Case 432 and I wondered if they already had 431 problems to take care of on that bright, but cold spring day.Several other potential FBI persons of interest or actual suspects in some nefarious plot were sitting nervously around the.