Hey Michael what was the first address you have for the Rose Seabold ID?"Mike: She lived in a place called Farmer's Grove community. She lived there f...r several years. She kind of pulled up stakes and left for no reason. There doesn't seem to have been any plan or reason for it. Next time we hear of her she is in Alabama.Those were facts Mike had pulled from the digital soup during his weekend of tracking Rose.Eddie: So she was Rose Seabold until a couple of years ago when she became Iris. "Ahhh, you're very good at this." The compliment strokes your ego and makes you wet all over again. "Yeah, take that cock deep. Ah yeah. Does that cock seem familiar? It should. It's yours. Or at least used to be. I had your cock in my mind while I transitioned. I've worshiped that cock enough on my knees that I know every ridge and every vein. Now you're getting to know it. You've just been fucked and now you're sucking your own cock. It's a good cock isn't it?" Ummmhhhph," is the closest that. Now these ladies were not bad looking, one blonde and one red head. They were probably in their early to mid fifties, nice tits, nice ass, lots of makeup, we all know the type. But for Gary and me it did not matter as we were looking for money and not thinking about sex as we were not granny chasers. So once at the landfill we got out of the truck and started to hike around the back side of the fill over a hill and ended up on a rock ledge looking over the landfill. "I hope these young men. So here I am, ready to have my pussy eaten, and fucked, and also ready to eat cock. I hope you have some Viagra, because I am here for the day and I am going to try to fuck you into total exhaustion and hope you will do the same for me.”I smiled and reached out and took her hand, leading her to my bedroom. We frantically removed our clothes and once again I reveled in the beauty that was standing in front of me, and the knowledge that she was someone else’s wife added even more to the.