My shoes might not match and my clothes might be old, dirty and worn, but I held my head up high as I walked. I may have looked like a bum, but I was ...a proud bum. I finally found the FBI office on the second floor in the back. The secretary, a dame with a doggy look about her, was startled when she saw me. "M-m-may ... may I help you?"I whispered to her as I leaned close, "I'm working in disguise for the FBI. I'm here to see agent Joe College." She started to tell me that there was no agent by. Take my fruit.I was not doing anything. She was sucking my lower, upper lips and we were fighting with our tongues. Almost we were kissing for about 15 minutes. She guided my hands to her boobs and asked me to squeeze harder.She leaned to the kitchen wall and was squeezing her ripened boobs like hell. This total scene almost took about 25 minutes.Me: (while squeezing her boobs)Have you taken a bath?Mom: No!Me: Come, let’s go to the bathroom.Before entering the bathroom, I removed her nightie.. We talked sporadically about nothing important for 10 minutes or so then she to up to go to the bathroom. When she came back she reclined back on the couch cushion but put both legs full length across the cushions resting on me. She turned to her side with both feet lodged over my legs. Her skirt covered her thighs but she moved the top leg so that again I was getting another eye shot of her cotton covered crack. She grabbed another helping of popcorn and munched nonchalantly as if we were. This time instead of two girls there were six, along with two boys tied in a van. The girls would just as well have been naked, they had on so little. Same as before; raped, beaten, drugged, abused and sold along the route to Los Angles. The boys were no better off.The drones had spotted the suspicious van in the pipeline right of way and had witnessed transfer of two girls from another van that quickly left. The van had pulled into and out of the right of way several times after the drone was.