.none of the trash containers were marked. I didn't know which belonged to the subject of my investigation. Like a good scout I was prepared so I bagg...ed all the trash from each of the six large cans.There were eight apartments, but two were empty, so I had six large trash bags to search.I decided to wait until later in the morning, at a civilized hour, to check the trash bags. I took a shower and went to bed. I remember smiling as I drifted off to sleep, wondering what the city trash collector. His broad shoulders, thin waist, and tight butt reminded her of feelings that she hadn't dared to think of in a long time. As the cowboy walked past, the smell of his Stetson lingered and remained in the air.Again Darla's mind began to wander, but this time it wasn't about things past. Rather, things that she would like to do in the future, the very NEAR future. Maybe even with the tall handsome stranger who had now crossed her path. Nothing seemed beyond her reach at this point in her life.As. "Oh, you're that excited, already touching yourself? Lay down, I'll lickyour pussy, even if it's a bit hairy. I'm so horny right now, I bettermake sure you're wet or I'll hurt you."She made me lie down and started taking my boxers of. She opened my legsand there it was, a pussy, my pubic here glistening with my juices. Whathad happened? Had I come into a parallel universe where this was regular?Is this a nightmare?She started kissing my pussy and running her tongue along the labia. Asshe opened. About 1 am in the morning I got a final text stating she was on her way back and was accompanied by this guy, I heard them enter our house as I was waiting in the spare room, I had set our main bedroom up with the side lamp on and secretly positioned my camera so as to film everything, my idea was to position myself on the landing watching from the door which would be kept ajar, before things got started I heard my wife coming upstairs and she came into the spare room, she was very tipsy but.