”“And your children will be happier if they’re having sex three or more times each week, won’t they?”“Yes.”“If your children have thei... door closed, they might be having sex. Right?”“Yes.”Bit of a pause, but we got there.“If you knock, they’re going to stop having sex, aren’t they?”“Yes.”A longer pause that time, but nothing worth worrying about.“So if you knock on your children’s closed doors, you might be stopping them from having sex. Right?”“Yes.”“If you’re knocking on your children’s. ."***Okay. Now this. This is a thing.Well aware that our little group was the center of attention and an awkward silence had already fallen between myself and the four women standing in front of me, I held up my coffee and snacks. "Early lunch," I said lamely that made Janet purse her lips in amusement as if she was enjoying my discomfort. She stepped forward and put her hand on my arm. "Well," she smiled, "There's a coincidence. We all had the same idea. Perhaps you'd care to join us.. I finally moved my hands to her face and used them to teach her how to accept those little nipping kisses I had learned to love so much. Then I let her press her lips back to mine hard and I felt her right leg cross over my body. So slowly it seemed to take forever, she let herself down to lie on top of me, her pussy pressed against my cock, which was now sandwiched between us.At first she didn’t move her lower body. She just lay there, kissing me over and over. But as she tried to rub her. The electronics inside the goo recorded a little over a minute of non-activity and began sending the bogus signal to the monitors in the control room in an endless loop.It was odd to approach Knight in this weakened, vulnerable state. He was always so strong with her; one of the few men who could almost hold his own with the hot-blooded agent. As she looked down at the apparently sleeping partner, she wondered what images and words were being insinuated into his brain. Whatever it was involved.