She gave a perfunctory look at the place and looked at me disinterestedly when passing by my side as she asked for any mail.The answer to her question...was negative, and she made a gesture of ill humour to that answer. She gave the impression of being a person not accustomed to be denied. When she apparently took the reins of her temper and calmed her bad humour, she asked politely to the lady in the post office to send for her when the booklet she was waiting came.The post office clerk,. "Pl-please don't be mad at me, Mrs. Hamilton," he groaned despairingly. "I know you are, but if you tell on me, I'll get an awful beating! Please don't be mad at me!"Lisa moaned, feeling the involuntary sexual hunger inside her frustrated loins growing and spreading upwards to the very nipples of her breasts, hardening them into plums of excited nerve-endings, and she prayed that the immature youth would not sense the inferno of arousal which the dog-licking had pervertedly kindled inside of. I was eating a very young pussy and being fucked at the same time. I knew everyone here would use me in some way today and tomorrow. Then I had no idea what would happen on Monday.But whatever went in my cunt was not a cock. I think one of the girls were fisting me again. I felt it get bigger as it went in and then I knew it was a hand. Someone had their hand up my cunt and it was going deeper and deeper. I thought maybe one of the young girls were doing it.The hand just kept going in me and. Once the mail was delivered, Helen stepped down to the sidewalk and wandered down the street. A few blocks of residential housing would bring her to main street. Maybe there would be more activity there.There was certainly more traffic on the road. Not many pedestrians, though. As hot as it was, Helen thought there should at least be someone going to the convenient store on the next block for a cold drink or some ice cream. The idea sounded so good, the teenager decided to see what kind of.