Every time one of us shifted, we slowly moved closer to each other.After a minute or so of silence she said, “We could do stuff.”“We could,” I...said. “But we shouldn’t.”“Should we?”“Probably not.”By this point I was almost touching her butt. She moved and felt me. “We’re not blood,” she said.We talked about it a bit, about how we could do stuff, some stuff, and how we shouldn’t do some other stuff.“No sex,” she said. “Just fun stuff.”“And no kissing,” I said. “That would be too weird.We had. In one day, we had more than a dozen responses! Most could be eliminated immediately, but a few were set aside for later perusal. Tina also started her own search.We learned that finding just the right guy was going to take some work! Each night when I got home we looked over the ad responses plus any guys she may have found in her search. It became another ritual each night before we had sex.We had several possibilities, and Tina began corresponding with a few. One guy who at first didn't seem. Higgins. Yes, I have Mrs. Higgins “She ran down the last few steps as Mrs. Higgins added, “keep your mind on your work then Hilda.”The landing they reached was brightly illuminated thanks to the large French window which opened onto a balcony. It was decorated with a multitude of tropical plants. Predominantly red-flowered. Sally thought, how apt, given the fiery character of the lady of the house.There were two corridors leading away from the landing. Mrs. Higgins led the way off down the. This time it was a Saturday morning and I had gotten back from a business trip late the night before. Ashley was already asleep when I got home but in the morning I was woken up to a familiar feeling. Ashley had slipped under the covers and was beginning to suck on my cock. Her blowjob abilities are rivaled by none. I couldn't see her but I could picture her blonde hair as it brushed against my torso and could see the shape of her tight butt pushing through the sheets as it pointed.