March 14, 2003
It's the first Saturday of spring. Thus, the lady postal carrier breaks out her shorts, which ride up her soft, supple ass. She carries her sack up to Julie's Southern Californian doorstep and rings the bell. Julie emerges, still wearing her nightie at half past noon. "Special delivery," the mailgirl breathes, whipping a 14 inch dildo out of her bag and snapping it on full blast. "Oh, I've been WAITING for this PACKAGE," Julie groans, dropping to the Astroturf-covered porch and spreading her thick legs. The mailgirl spits in Julia's gash and slides the dildo straight home, barking empty insults.