A pixie-ish woman with bright green hair and matching lipstick peered at me through green-framed glasses past her computer screen. Her blue eyes spark...ed, and she smiled broadly. “Hey! You made it.”“How do colorblind people get around here?”“I sneak out and leave cookie crumb trails. You’d be taking snickerdoodles to chocolate chip to peanut butter.” She grinned mischievously, then launched into a horrible parody of a German accent, sticking her hand out. “Your papers! Ve must haf your papers!”. I got into the Jacuzzi and it felt wonderful on my tired old body, the bubbles worked magic on my pussy and asshole, and I just laid there totally relaxed. I heard some rustling behind the fence – about 4 feet from were I was sitting – in my neighbors yard. Didn’t think anything of it, both adults work, and they have a son who is pretty much a nerd. The type that sits at a computer all day and has not been outside in the fresh air in days. I hardly new what he looked like, except his. When I got there, everything went as planned. He buzzed me up, and I walked through the door. I was still really nervous, but as soon as I saw this man on his bed jerking his cock...something changed. I immediately got turned on, just looking at the scene. The porn that was playing was two young, hung, guys going at it in a whirlpool, which was definitely adding to my horniness. So there I was in my shirt and sweatpants, standing at the foot of a strangers bed, as he stared at me stroking his. ” Andrew said, “Just who is ‘us’?” Donnie said, “Why, the next generation, of course. Let’s go.” Andrew’s Story ‘The next generation’, what the heck is that supposed to mean? These girls play their little word games, wanting to see how I respond. They bait me just for the fun of it. I’ll play. I don’t mind playing their games. But something tells me this is more than a game. ‘The next generation’: I guess I’m supposed to infer something from that, but all I can think of is Star Trek. We went.