getting some info

Tawny and Tammy went home. They showered off, which took forever for Tammy with all the sand in her groin, ears, and hair. That night when the girls came back, there was only the same man there.

“OK. What’s happening?” Tawny asked

"Follow me, ladies," said the man. He led them to an old beat up Chevy van. The back was carpeted with worn bucket seats. The three got in. The man started up the van and turned on the AC.

"OK, I want you," he said pointing to Tammy, "to get me hard by sucking my cock. Then I want to fuck you!" he said pointing to Tawny.

"Got a condom?" asked Tawny in a matter of fact voice.

"Sure do!" he opened the glove box and pulled out a box of condoms.

The man stripped, and soon Tammy was sucking his cock. The man sighed in relief and stroked Tammy's head. After several minutes, Tammy quit.

Tawny watched the man put the condom on and smile. She turned around and got on her hand and knees. She didn't want to watch the man's face as he fucked her.

The man fucked Tawny doggie style and grabbed her hips as he bucked away. Finally he came and howled like a wolf.

He paid the girls with Ms. Gardner's ID and Tammy and Tawny left.

"Wendy Gardner," said Tawny reading the ID, "5321 W. Tyler Ln....Nice neighbourhood. Let's go."

They returned home and googled Wendy Gardner. They found an article on her in the newspaper's past society pages when she threw her daughter Isabelle a lavish high school graduation party. There was a photo of mother and daughter too. The article stated Wendy Gardner owned a women's dress boutique.

"What do we do?" asked Tammy.

"First some covert actions. Let's go to the store."

Later the sisters came back with a sample bottle of Pantene shampoo, floral scented liquid soap, a bottle of Nair, and a padded envelope.

Tawny dumped out half the shampoo and replaced the rest with Nair and enough soap to mask the smell. She then used her photo shop software to come up with a fancy label and return address label for the envelope, downloaded some Pantene photos and made up an insert advertising Pantene's new shampoo promising thicker, lusher, more radiant hair in just one treatment. She fixed up the envelope, put the bottle and mailer inside.

The next day she went to the post office and paid the have the envelope mailed, so it received a meter stamp instead of a postal stamp. That way it looked more business like.

She and Tammy then drove to Ms. Gardner's home just to get a look. It was a nice 3000 sq foot home in an upper middle class neighbourhood. They left and went home.

"How do we tell if she used the shampoo?" asked Tammy.

"Well, we stake out her home or business and see if she suddenly starts wearing hats or scarves over her head, but that is just the first move. I have more planned for those two. A few more sneaky attacks then we nail them the old fashioned way, with our fists!