He stood up, I could see both hands clenched in fists and the huge bulge in his pants I created. “I should go wash up for dinner, I need a cold show...r” and he ran offUgh! It was starting to turn me on. This wasn’t over. Game on. He said shower? Must mean his bedroom. Perfect. I quietly crept upstairs and followed the sound of running water. His room was gorgeous. He had a huge king sized bed with poofy comforters, and a mountain of pillows. I climbed in and made myself comfortable. I took off. Bay the auction site for ?50.00 a good bargain, you can buyanything off F.bay. The local postman had a goatee beard I looked nothinglike him but after I put sunglasses on and a false beard on I could passas him at a quick glance just in case a Royal Mail van drove down thestreet after all it would look strange if a different postman was makingthe rounds. I got out the car and grabbed the red Royal Mail bag and abunch of envelopes wrapped in a rubber band after all I needed to looklike I was. She’s a biggirl and can take the dose, cuz she is going to be atthis the rest of the night and then some. Plus, I gaveher a light pain pill to help her with Sweets’ cuntbusting cock. He is really hot for your wife and thereis no way that he is going to pass-up her pussy.”As we watched, Sweets paused, looked at me and then tookthe bottle of coconut oil off the nightstand andlathered his cock with oil and then moving Weasel’s headout of the way, he spread more on. "Of course not, you're always a welcome distraction," I said, smiling at my private innuendo."Hmmm, I bet I am," she mumbled, her tone lighter. "Sorry, what did you say?” I asked, seeking time to digest this new development."Should I wear the same dress again?"Her playful, teasing tone, now confirmed my suspicions and my heart skipped a beat as the implications filtered through the lust induced mist fogging my brain. Although I'd spent the last half-hour fantasising about what I'd like to do.