Then things changed. There was a new resident and so I needed to ring that bell. A young man answered. Now I’m not gay but there was something about...the man that was different. “Is your wife or girlfriend in?” I asked. He explained that he was single and unattached. “What are you selling though? I might be interested.” I laughed. “I doubt it. My case is full of women’s lingerie.” He laughed too. “I don’t think so.” Now I was the company’s top salesman and during my free time I sold fridges to. She slowly released the pressure and inspected the bow one more time before un- stringing it.The next items she needed to check where her arrows. Most were school supplied, but one bunch of a dozen where of her own making. These she looked over, making sure the fletch was still secure, the head tight and the nock still seated. None showed any wear or damage, so she went over the poor quality school arrows. Several she set aside for repairs as the fletch had started to come loose. In another. And my cock was so hard from watching him make her squirm and moan. They said things like look how turned on you are, now you know you want it. Now clean, lick it and suck it until I say stop! He places his hands on my head, gripping my head of hair. And she caressing his ass, back and rubbing his balls as if to feed his load in my mouth. I proceed after a few minutes he pulls out goes over the edge of the bed, she gets on all fours ass in the air and her hands spreading her pussy lips apart. It was incredible. I woke up with my nightgown drenched in sweat, and my panties clear soakled through with my juices. I had to get up and change into a clean nightgown and panties, then on an impulse, I decided not to wash the panties.Dylan had e-mailed me his post office box number, so I put the leopard-print silky bikinis in a manila envelope, addressed it to him and walked outisde to put it in my mailbox and put the flag up so the mailman would be sure to get it.Dylan e-mailed me two days.