Door to door Stories

Coming down the stairs, I see you are standing at the open front door. The bright morning sunlight silhouettes your body in the white satin dressing gown. I stare from top to bottom and let out a slow, deep breath, feeling my cunt warming in anticipation. I step closer and hear someone talking in an obnoxious, high pitched voice. I come up beside you and drape an arm over your shoulders. "And who is this, pet? "Her name i...