This was the first time my angels had ever forced the Government to do something significant that it didn't want to. Previous times the Government had...mostly been forced not to do something that it wanted to do, which is not the same thing at all, especially because the Government can start the stalled action later, as the successive investigations into us demonstrated. Once the carriers are decommissioned far enough, undoing that act becomes extremely difficult. The Government must have HATED. Slowly, I started caressing her, I touched her lips, her ears, she closed her eyes. Then slowly I moved my hands down & clasped her small breast. Then in a moment, as were standing, I suddenly took her in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. Then I closed the door & stood in front of her. Slowly I started getting undressed & then when finally I dropped my underwear she kept on staring at my full grown penis. I moved closer to her, and instead of looking at me she kept on staring at my penis.. Her outfit was a black spaghetti top and light blue tracks and both were damn tight. It was a kind of wear that a slight stretch would have been visible in her inners (imagine the outfit my dear antennae and ports).Let me describe my outfit too. I was in a white t-shirt with blue jeans with slight tightness near my dick (seriously guys, it was a manufacturer idea, not mine) with spectacles and well-organized hair. She came in search of her seat and sat in front of me.You know guys these train. My son started to moan. Fortunately, my husband had turned up the volume on the radio to a song he loved, and didn’t hear the moan. His cock was nice and lubed from my juices. I slid up his chest slightly until the head of his cock was at the entrance. I slid back down, and pushed the head of my son’s cock into my pussy. It was like a hot knife going through butter. We both moaned. This time my husband heard. “Not too much longer guys. About 10 minutes to the rest area”, he stated. When my son.