I was a little surprised when her son Josh answered the door because I thought he’d gone to college but he explained that his course didn’t start ...ntil September so he was just chilling out for the summer after leaving school. He led me through the house to the patio where Carol and her daughter Jane were sitting at a large oval table sipping tall glasses of ice cold cordial. I joined them and Josh kicked off his sandals then slipped his tee shirt over his head before making his way to the. A wonderful job ... and I meet the most interesting people.As I said, I check the mail once a week ... unless the postman sets a basket by the box. He/she never has but discounting such a situation is foolish. Possible is possible ... it could happen.On this occasion ... the occasion being recycle pick up day ... I was thumbing through with one hand and depositing with the other hand all the junk mail that mailers seem to think I read.I used to slip a pound of sand into "Postage Guaranteed by. I was chasing the tail of a sensation that entrances me to this day, that of being opened wide, and deep, and stretched to my limits. A couple of months into my experiments, I began to raid the vegetable drawer in the fridge. At first I would pinch a carrot, warm it under the hot tap, and fuck myself with it, dreaming of the real thing. I became a bit obsessed, living for the next orgasm. Around that time my best friend Jane started to smoke dope, and I confirmed that wanking while stoned. But I am not done yet. I grab her hair and drag her down, making her kneel at my feet."Sit back on you heels, slut," - i order, and she obeys. I take down my pants and slap her across the lips with it. She sits there, her cheeks red with embarrassment and excitement, lifting up her face for me to slap my dick on. I start playing with her tits as I order her to suck my dick. She hesitates for a moment, thinking that maybe if she won't suck it, she won't be a slut, that it's all can go away.