Bailey looked around, trying to figure out where Alex was taking her as she only saw a seedy bar, a convenience store, and a book store.“Put this on... babe,” Alex said handing her a black sleeping mask he took from the behind the visor.Bailey started to ask why and then decided to go along with it. She quickly put it on, anxiously waiting to see if he would lead her into the seedy bar but to her surprise, the car started moving again. As they moved along, she felt Alex’s hand sneaking under her. The DHS were actively trying to forget we existed, so nothing was being done to advance their investigation into the Andersons and Williamses. After Moran's death, no one wanted to touch our file.The evening news had Prof's interview, with the networks' commentaries containing obvious ridicule for the DHS, sometimes not even between the lines. The late night chat shows had jokes about the DHS, like their being "hot on the trail of the Wright Brothers for conducting flights without DHS-approved. ‘Yes…’ he whispered. Then she kissed him hard, her tongue slipping fully into his mouth. He felt her weight lift off of him a moment. Then her hand was around his cock and he moaned. It throbbed hard within her hand. She moaned a little at the mere feeling. She positioned it against the opening of her pussy, then gently lowered herself onto him. She sat up, straddling him and moaned loudly as his thick manhood spread the walls of her chamber. She began to ride him slowly. James fought to keep. If I had her body, I would be doing the exact same thing or much worse."You have obviously been shopping," I observed."Yes I have. Do you like my outfit? We sorta match," she said."Honey there is no way we are ever going to match. You could wear a flour bag and be gorgeous and I could wear a Paris gown and look like a pig. But yes I love the outfit on you. Mine is pure function, but on you it just glam as hell." Why thank you Maxine, Even if I did have to force the compliment from you, I.