Waiting for the postie
Carol and i were at home on any normal weekend, it was Saturday morning and i had been waiting for a parcel to arrive. i kept getting up and looking out the window for the postie, but so far no luck. i was still in my dressing gown as was carol who was sat on the Sofa watching TV. i could feel a stirring under my gown, i was thinking of some of the dirty things carol and i could do when the parcel arrived. it had been a strange order, when I had been on the website there had been an issue and I...