I’ll take some vitamins and we can go for four dozen! ‘ Oh my God, I’m jealous!”“I think I’m being sexually harassed!” joked one of the ...alesmen.Lauren stuck her tongue out at the others and proudly displayed her flowers the rest of the week. She did warn Peter never to send them again, an order to which he readily agreed and frequently ignored.Now, six months later, Lauren’s romance was as steamy as ever. At five she shut down her computer and kicked off the sensible shoes with one-inch heels.. Then as she bent to pick it up, the blood drained from her face, and she staggered against the door. Van heard the thud as she slumped against it, and grinned with satisfaction.Julie reached down with trembling hands to pick it up, and confirmed what it was. It was a picture of her face, slightly grainy but definitely her. It showed her with her mouth wrapped around Van's cock. The image even captured the fact that her neck muscles were bulging, as she took him into her throat.Her eyes were. A moment later we heard whimpering, like an injured puppy. My frightened wife clutched my arm and shook it. Her grip was not comfortable. “Did you hear that?” I sat up. “Yeah, yeah. Listen.” Another scream ripped the night, followed by more whimpering. We got out of bed and went to the open window. We crouched under it and stared at the house next door. A young couple rented it. They had moved in two weeks ago. We hadn’t met them, but had seen them coming and going. The woman was quite. There were no fireworks or breathless climax and in truth, it was a bit of a disappointment. An anti-climax. I could feel his erection quickly deflating, and soon he’d withdrawn and was standing outside the van, zipping up his jeans.“Have you got my knickers?” I said, aware that my vulnerable and embarrassing position hadn’t changed, and that I was still lying on my back with my legs open.“Yes. Yes sorry,” he answered, reaching into his pocket and handing them to me.The journey home was.