A Small GiftWhy had the mail man winked so suggestively as he handed her the parcel! He had pointed to the store label prominent on the packaging. Vicky certainly wasn’t expecting a delivery and didn’t recognize the store name.In the house she located the letter opener and slit open the wrapping. Inside was a nondescript small black box devoid of any hint as to its contents.With anticipation the lid was eased open; Vicky peering through the tiniest of opening trying to anticipate the contents. The darkness inside thwarted her efforts.Her hands began to tremble slightly, she felt like ulus escort a kid with a surprise present. Finally there was no alternative but to fully open the container.What greeted her eyes was small golden cylinder; for an instant her mind was blank, what was it? Then, as all became clear, she inadvertently let out a small but not too quiet scream.Hubby Danny looked up from his newspaper, “More bling darling, why do you waste your money on that rubbish?”“Oh it’s just girlie stuff baby, and it wasn’t at all expensive”, and Vicky knew yenimahalle escort that she wasn’t telling a little white lie as sometimes she had to do.“How soon will you get tired of that one as you do all the other?” sighed Danny.“Well… I don’t think that I will do that soon.” If only he had bothered to take his nose out of the newspaper Danny would have seen her eyes so bright and sparkling, her face rapturous, her hand unthinkingly dropping to her crotch.Now the house was quiet. Danny at work, her chores done, Vicky tunalı escort took the black box from its hiding place. She had quite deliberately hidden it so that if her husband had been curious, a casual check would not have revealed it. Time was needed to explain, if necessary, this small, bright object. Most certainly not allow Danny to know its true function; he most certainly would not approve.Her hand reached out and her fingers almost touched the shiny object, but she stopped. She had the opportunity, she had the time, and that old familiar itch began to grow; she had to do it!In the bathroom Vicky took out her make-up and carefully made up her face as if for a night out with the girls. NO, as if going on a date! Her hair was a mess as usual, but that was beyond minor titivation.Such were her thoughts of the pleasure to come that her thighs were soon wiggling back and forth as if the call of nature was urgent.