I looked and spotted Agents Conway and Ellison stepping into the room with their own weapons drawn but pointed at the floor.The unit moved to let them... through, but I was still confused. "Why are you two here? Vikkor isn't here."Conway shook his head. "No, but Morehouse is."He moved passed me and found Morehouse's body. "What happened?" Someone killed him," I said simply."That much is obvious," he said. He stood up and looked at me. "Should we be taking you into custody?"My curiosity regarding. My fingers move and massage your bum as we kiss, finding that dimple at the base of your spine. My tongue laps at your earlobe and down the side of your neck. Our bodies pressed together I feel your erection against my belly. I breathe deeply taking in your scent and taste. I lower my head to your chest, brushing my tongue over your nipples. You groan and roll onto your back. I move lower, your cock bobbing in front of me as it seeks my mouth, swollen and glorious. I squeeze you and I lick my. The other one was under her and more or less trapped.And her free hand ended up on my prick somehow. I'm sure it was an accident. There was no way she planned to grip me like that and stroke me like she'd done it a hundred times before.And all the while her sweet lips were moving against mine, and her tongue flicked in and out of my mouth, dueling with my own tongue.And then I was disappointed as she abandoned my cock, probably realizing at last exactly what she had in her hand.Then I. "What about? Tell Mommy." Jennifer urged her.Rachel began to tremble slightly, wanting to talk it out but too fearful of being rejected and making her mother angry. Jennifer lovingly stroked the girl's leg in an effort to console her. She noticed goose bumps rise where her fingers touched and wondered if it was arousing her daughter. Curiosity was getting the better of her and she slid her hand up to Rachel's thigh, letting it rest there.Rachel's little clit tingled deliciously as her mother.