The address's headline read: YourTouch Sex ToysIn addition, Lauren found a slogan on the flip side of the flap: Always discreet, always satisfying, al...ays in store.“A shipment of sex toys?”, Lauren startled. So the mailman had alluded to this. He probably spotted the sender a while ago, on one of the previous shipments. At least he wasn't as chatty as his predecessor, who, luckily, retired the year before. Otherwise the whole neighborhood would know by now, what kind of dirty stuff passed the. At the same time, we both watched the 'film show' of me in so many poses in the erotic underwear. Lying in his arms, me cradling his cock, he cupping my breasts, as we watch the still images of me, was it really me?I was now lying full length on my sofa. On the sofa where so many times I had been fucked, where so often I had made love, where, more and more frequently recently, I had had sex, great sex with stupendous climaxes, but always alone. Nobody had ever shagged me in my own apartment, it. It was everything I had fantasized about.We did everything possible to make each other happy. I subbed for himso he could take pleasure...and my pleasure was pleasing him.David sent me an email from work one day. He told me to send himsome internet pics of my fantasies that hadn't come true yet. So Ijumped onto the internet and found 10 that I loved and sent them off.That night we talked on the phone. He said he noticed that every pictureI sent was 2 well hung black guys fucking a white guy.. Just as I was about to reach for the handle on the door, there was a knock."Hey, get your ass out here and fuck my sister. You have a baby to make, mister!" I love my wife, but sometimes, her jokes are corny."Yes Mistress Diane, I'll be right out." I said in my best falsetto voice. I walked out of the bathroom and found the two of them on the bed talking."Man, talk about pressure" I mockingly whined. "You ladies are gonna make me impotent with all your pressure."My wife laughed, "Yeah, right..