I saw a clearingcoming up and several barn type buildings. We sk**ded to a stop in front ofthe last one. Luke got out. I opened my door and the dirt a...d dust waseverywhere from us speeding down the road. I got out the car and Luke saidget your ass in there, as he was pushing me towards the door of this barn.Once inside, it was hot. There were hay bales everywhere on one sideand what I found out later were old timey tobacco sticks on the otherside. There must have been thousands of them. Near. We rolled over so I was on top of him. I unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. I ran my hands through his chest hair. I felt his member get hard. I slid my shirt off so my black, lacy bra was showing. "I want you so bad." Paxton admitted. I smiled and brought his hands to my bra clasp. "Take it off of me." I ordered.Paxton didn't argue, he took off my bra. Next he unbuttoned his pants. I got off of him and pulled his pants on. I slid his boxers off after that, letting his member go free. After. I hate Cindy. She's such a brat." Don't worry about it. I'm sure she won't even be there," Mom said, and drove out of the parking lot.* * * *Mr. Pedersen opened the door of her office, turned back and smiled."Thank you again, Dr. Murphy. I think I'll enjoy these sessions," he said.Linda Murphy got up from behind her desk and smiled back."I'm glad to hear that," she said.She shook his hand in the doorway and followed him out to the reception area. From behind her desk, Martha looked up."Good. ”He shakes my hand, and I leave Gun to introduce himself.“Rear Admiral (RADM) Taylor.”“Trent Brown, please call me Trent.”“Mr. Jacob Foster from MI5.”“Trent Brown, please call me Trent.”“You sure are an interesting young man. My colleagues are interested to hear what you have to say.”“Thank you, Sir.”“Don’t be calling me Sir. That is for the navy chaps. Call me Jacob.”“Nice to meet you, Jacob.”The CPO doesn’t look happy that Jacob is slowing down the lineup. Jacob moves on, and the CPO.