..seconds later there was a tap at the door so i opened it and he shuffled past wearing a mid length green jacket and grey trowsers quite rough lookin... not dirty but a smoker drinker toilet wanking type ;)...i locked the door and turned round and showed my proud circumsized cock dripping with pre cum instantly he pulled down his trousers and pants and showed me his hard uncircumsized cock protruding out a bush of black hair he moved towards me and held my cock as he moved his face towards me i. Something deep inside of me had come to the surface and I rather liked the feeling. I quickly realised that behind the safety of the locked garage door I could do whatever I wanted safe in the knowledge that no one could see me but I could see them. The opportunities for me to behave like a dirty little whore were almost endless. The postman, who always arrived about the same time would be my first victim. He was a nice young man of maybe twenty and he looked as pure as the driven snow. Yes,. You muster up all your courage and spread the two halves of yourblouse open. After you're given the command, you slide your armsout of it and hand it over. He just treats your fancy blouse likea rag, balling it up and tossing it down. Your eyes focus withlonging at the growing pile of discarded clothes, now strewn onthe dirty floor.His eyes return, and you instinctively cover your body with your arms,as you realize your underwear selection of a small, lacy,peach-colored bra, tiny matching. "I knew I had to tell you about the convention, but I kept putting it off. I told myself there was plenty of time and I never once thought about why I was delaying." She sighed."I've spent a lot of time by myself lately," she said carefully, "and that makes you look pretty close at yourself. You don't get to make excuses when it's just you talking inside your head," she added.Brad turned away from the children and the TV for the first time."Introspection..." He stopped to clear his voice and.