I woke with a start to the sound of a lawnmower. I realized I had a hand down my bikini bottoms and had been diddling myself as I enjoyed my erotic dr...am. I glanced around. The fence around our backyard provided me with complete privacy. The lawn boy was out front mowing. I kept diddling, trying to bring myself to climax. I played with myself for a couple minutes, not quite reaching my orgasm.I pulled my hand away quickly when I heard the lawnmower start on the side yard and head for the. However, when I opened the advert it was a rather unusual idea. A couple were advertising that they wanted guys to come to their flat in South London, and when there to use their letter box as a gloryhole. There would be no communication, the door wouldn’t be opened and once I had cum I would leave. This meant that I would get my cock out in a public hallway, and shove it into a strangers’s letterbox. To me it seemed most likely a prank and a great risk, but replied to see what kind of response. Uh huh, breath mints, oh yes, for that yucky taste. Birth control pills? Now how did they get in there? Oh well, no matter." Opening the bathroom medicine cabinet Heather rummaged for a second and said, "Here we are, Trojans. Magnum, of course." The last was shot over her shoulder, glaring at her mother.Jane finally exploded, "HEATHER! What the hell is the matter with you? I didn't raise you to behave like some little slut! Why are you acting like this?"Heather put her hands down on the. A little afraid as to what is gonna happen next and excited a bit too about what all could happen next.So after I woke up in the morning, I got fresh and dressed up in tight black jeans which clung to my legs well, giving out a good shape of it. And on top of it wore a short deep neck maroon t-shirt which showed my cleavage as well as waist well.I was about to leave then I guess the excitement in me wanted to look good. So I sat back and did a bit of makeup and applied some perfume. Finally, I.