"I am here to nanny the kids, not you.I hope we can be just friends."She looked at me again, but not so suspiciously this time. I couldsee that she h...d the look of her father about her, but a body thatwould grow to be like her mothers. She asked: "Do you play tennis?" I love all racket sports," I said. "But I warn you, I am good."She smiled, the first time I had seen it. Like her father's smile itwas warm and genuine. She said, "Friends then." That was what webecame.The twins came home. "We are devotees of the religion ofPleasure, and we dedicate all our waking hours to our god's easy service. Webelieve, by the way, that a woman can make no finer offering to Pleasure thanwhen she is pleasing a man--or, if the occasion demands it, a male coyote." More giggling. They really are a dizzy bunch , saidCoyote to himself. Cute though . "That's, uh, great," hesaid. "I think we may belong to the same religion. Aside from feedinghim . . . what else would you, uh, do to . . . well,. ............... After adjusting ourselves we left the changing area and looked around the shop selecting more things to heighten our sexual pleasures. The girl in the shop smiled at us as we paid for the items and said that all areas within the shop have CCTV cover and our sex show is now recorded, She thank us for the performance and laughed saying that we wouldn’t be the first to get it on in the shop and if we ever wanted to do a repeat show she would be more than willing to watch in. The trap was set!5 minutes later the post van pulls up at the bottom of the road. OMFG! I’m actually gonna do this?? I unlocked the back door, opened it slightly and waited for the garden gate to open. I could see the postie through the frosted glass of the door… there was no going back now. He knocked on the door and pushed it open. There I was, dressed like a whore in front of my postman!‘’Wow’’ he said, as he moved closer for a better look. ‘’Hiya’’ I replied rather nervously. He moved in.