Back at the familiar Kennedy parking lot, Jake and Melissa piled in her car and headed home. The Turner family should all be back by now, preparing fo... a party the folks were throwing for the team. The party was Charles’ idea. He had invited the coaches and some other adults to help him ride herd on the football players and cheerleaders. They expected about twenty-five couples.The Turner homestead was awash in activity. Helen and Maria were going over a list of things that needed to be done,. The drivers were all looking on in amazement at a sexy 40+years-old blonde flashing at them as we drove along. She did this for around ten miles before wedecided to take a break at the service area.I pulled in and parked as close to the lorry park as possible. Chloe was obviously feeling very horny andspread her thighs to gain access to her damp pussy. Her dark blue panties were showing a big damppatch. She lifted her bum off the seat,slid her panties down, took them right off and then put them. . including us.”Lacy looked up at me and said softly, “We need someone as devious and twisted as he is to ferret him out.”I sat in silence for a moment and then said slowly, “I’m not sure I take that as a compliment.”“I didn’t mean it like it sounded,” Lacy almost sputtered. “That’s just the way it came out.”“Marco,” I said softly.“Roni,” she answered. Her face was flushed red.“Who do I bill?” I asked flatly.Both Lacy and Tyrone laughed and said in unison, “The FBI, of course.” Master Tyrone. I remember a layout from an old Hustler I used to steal from under my dad's mattress that had a guy giving it to "Mrs. Clause". I must have been 13 or 14 years old. Fast forward about 10 or 12 years and I'm walking out of my office in DC when a very mature (she couldn't be younger than 55) thin blond lady walks out of her gym in a pair of jeans, sandals (I'm a foot man) and a yellow tube top with her nipples standing at attention. "I'd love to taste you," I said under my breath. Not exactly.