I can't play basketball, golf, or hunt anymore and what really sucks is I have to wear a bra when I go to bed to keep me from sagging and stretching...Shit, I can hardly remember what it was like to have a hard on, I thought as I put on my pantyhose. Just for old time sake, I put my hand down at my crotch in a fist shape trying to remember what it was like to hold my own dick. Instead, I felt the slickness of the pantyhose and the flatness of my muff against my hand.At least I don't have real. I was now naked and wet - just waiting for the tongue to recommence its activities.My juicy wet cunt now welcomed his tongue again and I felt him begin to caress all the way from my asshole to my clit with his long tongue. After a while I felt him move one of his hands. He obviously reached into his pocket and removed what turned out to be......................a butt plug !!! He had obviously come well prepared and it was at this point that I realised it was no accident him being there. He had. "She smiled and said, "It's just small talk leading up to my asking you if you would like to fuck me."For a change I was speechless. It had never been hard to get the married ladies, but this was almost too easy. Monique laughed at the expression on my face, "Don't look so stunned. You are already fucking half the women who work here, what's one more?"It turned out that Monique's husband was getting it on with his secretary and then coming home and getting it on with Monique. It never occurred. “I never said a word,” Cal said in a whisper, shaking his head from side to side.Tom knew in an instant that it had to have been Mr. Richards, the hat maker, that had recognized him and said something, more’n likely to Mr. and Mrs. Bonner. Once the Bonners knew of his real name, the news spread through the small town like smoke from a prairie fire.Sheriff Wade turned to look at Tom with a look of disbelief and wonder.“Are you?” He asked.“Yep, I reckon I knew it was comin sooner or later.