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You know it's not a good idea for this to be happening on your front porch stoop, where anyone passing by can see. But the scenario is so cock-hardening, you just have to let it continue a little while longer to see what happens. You peer out from the shadows and listen intently.

"Take off the rest and put them through the mail slot and I'll let you in!" Frannie says, then erupts in a fit of giggles. She peers through the side window to see if Sarah is doing it, brushing aside the sheer curtain for a better view.

You start wanking your cock as images of Sarah undressing on your porch run like a newsreel through your mind. In the midst of your reverie, you wonder if she would actually do it to gain re-entrance quickly. Your eyes go from Frannie's second-skin rockslut outfit to the brass rectangles that make up your door's mail slot. Never had you been so eager for a delivery.

You start to hear Sarah berating her friend from the other side of the door, and your hopes dim.

Then you see Frannie look out the window again. This time she rubs her hands in glee and dances in place. Her hand goes to a well-worn spot in the back pocket of her skin-tight jeans.

You detect some movement and see the mailflap flip inward. First a swaddle of cotton is pushed through. It falls to the floor. Then a tiny assemblage of fluorescent pink cord and lycra follows it.

Cum splatters the leaves in the planter before you.