," chuckled the minister, "so what about this Pink thing?" Ahh yes, Pink," said the scientist, "well it turns out that the female systems are more com...lex than we first thought, you cut back on one hormone and another will kick in, we all remember debacle of 2000/218 don't we." Nods of agreement from around the table."Never mind 2218, so agent Pink is a failure," stated the minister."Well it's 218 Minister, but yes you can say we're still working on it," agreed the chief scientist."Ok, Pink was. At the first traffic signal I looked in the back seat again. Carol's new bustier was thrown to the floor and she was naked from the waist up. She was lying on the back seat and John was tit fucking her. At every thrust up Carol would suck the head of John's cock.My cock was so hard I thought it would burst through my khaki shorts.There's small park and secluded lake near John's apartment. I pulled into the parking lot and there no other cars there.I got out and opened the back door. I. Is that her breathing?“Cindy? Hey, you there?” he asked.Softly he heard “Uh huh.”“So, you okay. You know, meeting my sister” and ever so softly “and her family?”“Uhm, okay. But, what about, you know, will she say anything? To your Mother?”Shaking his head, as if she could see him, “No. Jane and my Mother, well, don’t really see eye to eye, you know, on some things. Well, most things. Uhm, most everything” he laughed nervously.“When?” she asked.“July 4th weekend. I was thinking we would say we. He had introduced her to the ‘good stuff’, those classic country songs that drive right to the heart, tell a story and wrap the listener in the comfort of their expansive, warm musical arms. The Nashville establishment had not been crazy about her at first, even after recording a diamond album, albeit decidedly pop, she received no invitation to the Opry. Some claimed that her voice couldn’t be real, that it was produced in the studio. Traditional country stations wouldn’t play her music until.