The second time the postman addressed the wrong ‘Brandy’, it was our city’s own wondering reporter, Kaitlin Smith, who’d come to do a follow-u...p story on the pretty Canadian exchange student enhancing international relations on the lawn. Come noontime, when Brandy was ready to go inside to resume her activities there, Kaitlin decided she’d like to see what the whole device felt like… so she was strapped in. In her patented black dress pants and heels, plus a cream-coloured blouse, she looked. I wanted to quickly take them out and use them. I wanted to give my body what it was missing. I had been sex starved and wanted to eat my fill tonight. It would not be though. When I pulled in the driveway to the house, Carters car was parked there. Damn! He is home. I wanted to be satisfied so badly. I thought as I pulled in and hide the toys under the seat. As usual I found Carter sitting in the easy chair with a beer sound to sleep. I went to bed another night with out fulfillment. The. That was brief as I wanted to towel myself down and get out of there as my mind was racing – thinking about the encounter I had just had. I was pretty much dressed in my t-shirt and shorts when the door opened and closed. I was facing the wall putting my towel into my bag. A low slow voice spoke to me… ‘Aren’t you in the wrong room my pretty girl’ I looked around and saw the weightlifter with a towel around his shoulders and now just his shorts on. I suddenly realised I had come into the men’s. ’” “And The Wager? That was so hot. It had to be real.” “Sorry. That was pure fantasy. I wish it would happen, but it never did.” “Not even the creampie eating?” “Especially not that. My wife loves for me to go down on her, but only when she feels clean. I have tried to psych myself into just going for it, but I always get post-orgasmic blues. I’ve asked Lucy to force me to eat her creampie, but she refuses. She won’t even just ask. She says it’s too messy.” “My husband is like that, too. But,.