I could smell her perfume, and since she was wearing a V-neck sweater, I could see down into her cleavage. Not wanting her to think that I’m some ki...d of pervert, I tried to keep my voyeurism to a minimum. We searched back, and found that the computerized images only went back ten years. Not far enough. ‘We will have to look at the old microfiche. But we will have to order it from the records department. I can get it here tomorrow by noon. Can you come back then?’ Diane asked. ‘Microfiche?’ . He was perfect what a girl dreamed of, but he wasnt Lewis. I love him of course I do. Who couldnt? He had long light brown hair and brown eyes, he was shorter than me, broad and muscular. Zak had been 23 when we met while I was eighteen. He looked pretty much the same as he did back then, in a way we all do, just in different clothes. Lewis was only a little older than me, by a few mouths. He had brown eyes and dark brown flicky hair, with a beany he always wore. He was the same height as me,. To be this close and watch someone fuck a man in the ass was just too tempting to walk away from. My friend, Tom, reached down to stroke his cock while he leaned over the workbench. The new neighbor, Dave was pounding him pretty hard. Tom started to whimper louder but did not beg him to stop. Finally Dave drilled into him one last time. I knew he was spraying his ass with cum, the way his body tensed and jerked. He let out a muffled cry of release. Soon after that, his limp cock withdrew from. There was no time for all that anyway, and it wasn’t why I was here. This was the fifth nightclub in as many nights that I and my covering force had visited. I wasn’t here looking to get laid, although I planned to do that too after duty hours. I was here hunting. Six nights ago, in response to Robert’s phone call, I had driven from the scene of my recent tryst with a female accountant named Sandy in Kentucky up to Washington, D.C. I had parked a few blocks away from the J. Edgar Hoover.