Miranda wrote the words "I want you!". My mind and pulse were racing, I was getting aroused. I wrote her back telling her to call me. She did and with...n minutes she was driving to my house.When my doorbell rang I jumped to the door, I was pacing around my house already. Miranda was wearing that trenchcoat but it wasn't raining. She opened it up exposing her wonderful nude figure. She walked in and dropped off her shoulders onto the floor. She wrapped her arms and squeezed me so tight. I hugged. I noticed she was breathing a little deeper as she started move her hand around my belly through the thin sheet. As she did this, her right wrist naturally started to slide itself further down onto my front, until it came to rest just short of my cock. She was not touching me, but the delicate contact with the front of the thin bed sheet was causing her to rub lightly against me. The delicate contact was just enough, as I began to realize that I was getting fully aroused again. Think non sexy. She had hoped to have a night off, since Jon still had 2 more batches of pictures to sell. She headed in, telling Jon to start supper. She wasn’t going to bed hungry another night.“What’s in the box?” he asked.“None of your business,” she replied with a forced smile. “Just heat up the casserole.”She took a big breath before opening the box.Like she had been told, there were 3 bags.She opened up the green bag. It was as she feared. There were three atomically correct dildos. The smallest being. Hands trembling with excitement and anticipation, Roger spread a generous blob of KY over his long, slim cock as he watched Doug ready his wife. He saw Doug’s hips shift as he ranged his swollen knob against her parted pussy lips and reached to guide it in. Julie moaned with pleasure, drawing her knees up and back to open herself wider to Doug as he sank into her, settling comfortably into the fork of her thighs. Flexing his hips until he had worked his cock deep into Julie, Doug took his mouth.