Let me tell you about this girl. Her name is Deeksha (obviously fake name), she’s 5.5”, brownish fair, black hair with maroon streaks, clear large...beautiful eyes and cute dimples that appear even more appealing when she smiles. She had an amazing figure with 32c-28-34.Two things that stand out to any man who sees her are her boobs and ass they are the most eye-catching and drool-worthy parts of her body. She wore a black party dress which ends above her knees and with a low cut at the top which. And then went on to say that someone couldn't just get off by rubbing a lady's foot. Ha.....little did she know. Then she unexpectedly placed both her high heeled feet in my lap with a very drunken come hither look. Like I said.... I was hard and need to get off so what the heck. I started rubbing her stocking legs and worked my down to her heels. She laid back and closed her eyes. I don't know if she was reliving the earlier event or was in the present tense. All I know is I was getting harder. If I choose, I see him in the dimmest of light; but I do not choose. I prefer an image of him in my mind in the dark; him taking me as a thief takes silver from a darkened home. Shadowy. Subversive. He does not break and enter. He has a key and he uses it. His shadow has a shadow. It intends to take my silver and I desire to surrender it without a struggle.Legs open. He is inside. I feel his darkness inside, too. I thrust against my image of him and grasp him, to guide him, to bring me pleasure. He was a carpenter and had become her one true love. They would marry someday, Mary could only hope it was soon. No other man had ever made her weak in the knees. Joseph was special indeed. Mary’s mother noticed her daughter lost in her own world. ‘Mary? Mary?’ Mary snapped out of her daydream. ‘Y-yes mother.’ ‘Pass your father the bread please.’ Mary handed her father the bread and felt her face redden. She was thinking about Joseph once again and knew her mother was well aware of how much.