Ohhhhhh yeah, fuck me Carter! Fuck me! I’m rubbing myself now, and oh my God I’m getting so much hornier. I’m typing with one hand, my legs are ...oooo tightening up, and get this. I’m getting fucking hornier then ever as I sit here doing it. Oh God,” it went on to read, “I’m going to have to go now. But I’ll be back. I think I will. No I will be,” but suddenly the email stopped. There wasn’t anything else. It didn’t matter. It was 6 in the morning and here I was…freaking hornier then ever. I was. “What the hell is she thinking? I thought she was on a reconnaissance mission.”Diana came over to take his hand. “She knows what she’s doing,” she tried to assure her husband, but her trembling hand spoke otherwise.“Dammit, we need a better communications system. Having to wait for a message to get here is a bitch.”Before he could ask, Helen spoke up. “We tried, Jeff. So far, we haven’t progressed very far, but after this is over, we will have more time to spend on the subject. And yes, I know.. She took such great delight in every sensation her body could enjoy.Laid out on my bureau I had a collection of toys that I intended to use in and on Mary. They were:A blue realistically shaped vibrator that was waterproof. It was about 7″ long and not all that thick. The head on this fake phallus was small but Mary seemed to enjoy it well enough. I commonly refer to this toy as “her blue friend”.A much larger lighter blue realistically shaped vibrator. Not waterproof this toy is easily twice. Or any little boys to entertain. Tonight it was just going to be Sandy and Tom -- all alone in the house - two consenting adults who were hotter than hoot owls for each other's bodies.Sandy had fixed a wonderful meal and we sat there eating it and talking like we'd known each other for many years. On the surface we were very comfortable just being alone by ourselves for the evening but underlying that appearance was an unbelievably high level of positive sexual tension. Sandy and I had grown.