Tracy slipped away as her wifecalled out after her. "And find some flatter shoes. You'll never beable to drive in those. And keep the tights on. Don't...even think ofwearing stockings on your first date."When Tracy returned she was wearing the afore-mentioned pencil skirt.It was much less revealing as long as Tracy remained standing. Itoccurred to Tracy that she would be sitting in the car but she didn'tsay anything. Neither did Helen.Tracy had changed into some kitten heel shoes that she had. "Some women like it in their bum Nid."Nid raised her hand in front of her face, looking at her middle finger like she was contemplating a manicure, then smiled at Andie and went back to the massage.Andie resigned herself to not getting her ass filled with something flesh and blood, which she craved, but continued to squirm under the expert hands of the beautiful Nid.Andie was almost up on her knees now as Nid penetrated her dripping pussy with two slippery fingers, slowly and deliberately, her. I pulled the rack a little downward and pushed the bag inside, it was just a second’s job. She was exclaimed seeing the work done so fast.She took her seat. It was a 2×2 bus but, even than the seat was smaller. While seating inside, she occupied some part of my seat also. To begin with without telling her I adjusted myself with some difficulty to increase the difficulty the hand rest on my right side was unmovable. I introduced to her myself; I said I am Rohan working in Mumbai but visiting. He's desired you for sometime. I can feel it radiating off of him. Shock flooded me. I glanced at his eyes; they were the same, affectionate hazel they've always been. You're wrong! He's my Reverend. He's been friends with my parents for years and years. He doesn't desire me. Besides, he's married. So? He's a man, and you're a very attractive young woman. And the Reverend has been a very bad man. He lusts after his female parishioners, while decrying their shameless attire. The hypocrite. I.