I drove Mom to the main post office downtown. They were open until five, and it was after four. Mom filled out the paperwork for the license as we dro...ve. I told her to use our new home address for now. We would worry about a realty office later. She finished and signed the papers just as I entered the Post Office parking lot. We both jumped out of the car and raced for the door. I got there first and held it for Mom. The postal worker was walking across the lobby to close the curtain and we. He was a gorgeous man with wonderful hands that worked magic. My legs slid open wider as his hands massaged my inner thighs. I wanted him to go in further and further, inside my thighs until his fingers were on my sopping wet pussy. I was imagining his finger sliding in and out of me and pushing me to an orgasm then taking me from behind. Despite my wishes, his fingers continued to tease me with soft touches. His fingers were mere inches from my lips, they touched just the right area and I. They may look on me now, as a danger. You can tell them that I wouldn't hurt them for the world." She looked at me as if giving a reply, but I 'heard' nothing. "What's wrong? I can't hear you."Chris tried again, but much harder. I got the feeling that the children formed a bridge, allowing me to hear well. "You still have to talk to them. Do you want me to go outside, or home?"I got another nod from her."How long will you be? I can wait by the tube, or go home. What do you want?" I got the. "Beth," Janet said, "would you consider coming to town this Friday night and join me as my guest for such a meeting? I'll contact all the girls and tell them we're having a special get-together and they're not to tell the boys about it at all." Yes, you bet I'll be here. And can I bring my little bag of goodies along to share with you and the girls?" Beth asked as she felt her pussy growing hot and wet from the possibilities that such a "girls only" party might hold.That Friday night several of.