Seeing my postman walking up to my driveway and ringing the door for me to open it, fully naked or wearing just a towel and letting it slip makes my d...y and without fail I then masturbate about it. I do wish the whole postman/neighbor stereotype from porn was true because I would make sure my postman came by every day for his daily fuck.My postman loves it, I know he does. He always eagerly comes up my driveway and he always stares at my tits, waiting for my towel to fall. I love teasing him. The beer was in full flow and eventually the club closed. I was staying at Sharons' house that night. On the taxi home, she sat in the back seat with me. Despite what had happened in the club, we were in high sprirts after a great night out, During thr journey home, the laughter and chat died down. We were holding hands but somehow, my hand got pulled toward Sharons' pussy.There i was, in the back seat of a taxi struggling, as sensually as a could, to get my hand inside Sharons knickers. I had. With my other hand, I picked up the lifelike dildo and held it up to my mouth, wondering when she used it last and wondering if I could taste her pussy juices on it. I tentatively stuck out my tongue and tasted the rubber cock. Surprisingly I tasted something sweet and tangy that sent my senses into overdrive as I felt Barb's panties caress my cock and tasted what I assumed and hoped was Barb's pussy juice on her dildo. I was excited and ashamed. 'I'm a sick fucking pervert!' I chided myself,. She was a very beautiful girl with a perfect body. Reluctantly I tucked her in and turned off the light and went to my own bed. My first thoughts were to take her home and fuck her drunken brain out but seeing her lying there helpless I had changed my mind.It was 11 in the morning when she made her appearance in the kitchen. She had a shower for I had heard it running then she had found my dressing gown and joined me downstairs."Morning," I said brightly."Mmm," she replied.She sipped her coffee.