What you’re describing is part of the discipline of communications intelligence, or COMINT. There are other disciplines, such as electronic intellig...nce or ELINT, which analyzes radar and other non-communications things. Anyway, an especially sensitive paper describing a COMINT success wouldn’t just be stamped TOP SECRET, but, at the present time, TOP SECRET DINAR. Later this year, the DINAR word would appear in a press photograph and an annoyed NSA had to spend $250,000 for new rubber stamps. I gently guided two fingers into her and began slowly ironing out the wrinkles and folds of her vaginal wall while moving my super slippery thumb faster and harder against her engorged clit. Rhoda was dripping wetness. My pants were not dry either. I was tickling and pinching her nipples with my left hand when her hips came up off the table; her toes curled and she let out a little squeal. She shuddered as she gripped the sides of the table. I could feel her vagina contracting on my two. After I regained my composure I looked down at dad and saw the bulge in the front of his shorts, we just gave each other ‘the look’ and he laid back in his chair as I got on my knees.I undid the button and slid the zip down, I reached inside his pants and pulled out his cock, “Wow” I said as I held it out, it was impressive and not how I had imagined after mums comments.He wriggled free of his shorts and undies giving me full access to his hard cock. Now I had only ever sucked one cock before. ” She smiled as I pulled her up into a sitting position on the sofa. My softening dick rubbed against her thigh; it was like a snake in tall grass.“I’m so glad you were my first Ted. I’ve wanted to have sex for a long time but just didn’t like the guys I was going out on dates with.” She whispered. “They were always so pushy and I didn’t want my first time to be in some damn car seat.”“Me too Michelle, you have no idea how many times I masturbated thinking of you. You have been making me.