I rushed home, rolled myself a joint and perused the ads. My preference was for a mature lady or couple. I went to the couples section and immediately...spotted a perfect couple. Debbie was a stunning petite blonde and was 55 years old, her husband, Tony, was 60 and described himself as bi curious. Their advert sounded so horny and were into the same things as me, role play, masturbation, watching and being watched. I decided I would write to them and try my luck. I posted the letter and enclosed. I continued on my way home then a saw someone had moved in to the old Henderson's place a few soft lights where on and a truck was in the driveway. "Man I thought to my self I almost miss Jenny Henderson" she was kinda a bitch but she had just hit a growth spurt and her rack seemed to double I didn't know then but she was almost a dcup. I daydreamed about her perky tit'sthe rest of the way home. The Next day I was hanging out with Greg. We went to see who had moved in to the Henderson's. I purred encouragement, my hips working harder as he slowly worked one digit into my butt -- I hoped it was his longest finger, of course. Ahhhh, that was so good! There was that stretchy stingy scratchy feeling as my bung reflexively resisted. A gentle pooping pressure on my part relaxed my sphincter and his finger slipped deep into my greasy depths and I felt him wiggling it around in there. At the same time he pushed up with his hips, his cock thrusting deeper, grinding my clitty between us.. "What's going on, Brian? You know you aren't supposed to come here." This is important, Carrie, and it's work related."Carrie seemed to relax a little when I said that. "I just worried that you were violating the restraining order. People here know about it." I know but I had to talk to you about something," I said and then laid the pictures of Carrie and Commissioner Buske sitting in the park on her desk. "What can you tell me about these pictures?" Oh, my God, have you been following me?" No,.