‘At least I don’t have to look at it,’ she continued. ‘Ugh, I can still feel it there.’ Gwen brewed the tea and brought it into the living r...oom. Angela had sat on the couch with her robe still tightly wrapped around her. She smiled in thanks as Gwen placed the mugs and teapot on the table. ‘Okay, so let’s try to figure out what this is,’ said Gwen in that odd way of making a statement into a question. ‘It’s pretty obvious what it is!’ said Angela heatedly ‘No, I mean how it got there,’ replied. A quick skirt and high-heeled shoes and her outfit is complete - she looks ravishing."Bye lover; keep that bed warm. Those handcuffs should stop you wanking. I'll need another good fuck after lunch". She carefully rolls her yesterday panties into a tight ball, with the tasty crotch outwards "Open wide, lover" and pops them into your mouth. Bliss.Sharon the Post LadyThat’s the story that Sharon played on her iPod, dancing around her bedroom naked, getting dressed for another day out delivering. Needless to say this made my dick start to rise. I had noticed that in the last couple of years Ashley had started to blossom. She was about 5'7" with long brown hair, nice "c" tits, and long athletic legs. She was always flirting with me by giving me hugs and sitting on my lap. Becky must have noticed me drifting to thoughts of Ashley and the growing bulge in my pants because she said, "You wouldn't fuck my daughter, would you?" I told her I had noticed her little girl was growing up, but. When it became obvious I was more in her way than helpful, I stood. And sure enough, Chris almost immediately spotted the now slightly larger wet spot I'd created on the front of my beige shorts. "Spill too?" she now asked, though she chuckled to herself when saying that."I came in for a drink," I said lamely."And looked out the window." Yes ... and looked out the window." And saw us." And saw you," I mimicked back, still more flustered than rational, repeating her every word as though that was.