I had fished my boot out of the dark and sat on the bench. The zipper on the side was still open since she took it off. I smelled the fur, it was meta...lic, cute, and smelled worn. But by no means negative. Inside, the sole was black, where the toes and heels were. But only lightly. I ran my fingers over the rough leather and the wrinkles that had been made on it by walking. It was an incredibly cool feeling to hold the shoe in my hands after all the waiting time. I pulled my pants down and. Behind me was this Man in his late 50’s he was tall around 5.10 broadly built and was a slight dark with a thick mustache and also his eyes were red, like those villainy eyes.I smiled and said sorry he said he understands and smiled. If you have traveled by BEST bus they have this rod and I was leaning on to it for support. I must have closed my eyes for a minute, when I felt a finger touching my small mound on my chest, it took me a minute to realize it was kind of a rough touch done in a. "You feel good to me, your clit is perfect. She dropped to her knees onthe discarded towel and took me into her mouth. I was surprised both byher ability and the earnest focus on my rising release. She pulled mecloser and I felt her enter me with two fingers of her left hand. Amoment later I came in her mouth."You taste good Annabelle, but such a short squirt," as she swallowed myseed."I wish I could take you, here in my bed, but I know Rachel would beunpleasant. They monitor the sleeping room. As on every Thursday afternoon, she was there at her regular table. I don’t normally go for blonds. To be utterly honest, brunettes are my weakness. Still, there was something about this woman that was stunning. Her long blond hair was most often pulled back away from her face with ribbon or a U shaped barrette. Her gorgeous locks were often curled to perfection and behind her black rimmed reading glasses were the most amazing blue eyes you’d ever want to see. Her eyes are what captivated me. .