I have all your shoes. If you go, I’m keeping them.’ That made Hannah glance at him, and eventually sigh. ‘I do like my shoes.’ ‘I have a ...ot of closet space that needs filling.’ After a few moments of calm, something Hannah just mentioned struck him as odd. ‘His name is Dewey? He said it was Bob… Bob Smith.’ ‘Then he lied to you. It’s Jeffery Dewey. But everyone calls him Doo-Doo behind his back.’ ‘Come inside. I’ll call the cops. Maybe they’d be interested in someone who’s using an alias.’. I felt my cock banging against her throat each time her mouth lunged down onto my cock, her nose pushing against my groin each time her mouth moved down onto my cock. All this time, she was still sucking fervently on my cock, her cheeks hollowed from the effort of her sucking. I could feel that I was going to cum pretty soon, and spray her mouth with my cum. I silently debated whether I should warn her when I was about to cum, and decided that I should. After all that was her goal, that was. They were ALL pink, the leather uppers, the rubber soles and even the inner soles of the shoes (I have a story about these I may write up also). She wore then dam near everyday barefoot mostly but from time to time on cold days with SOCKS! She pulled all of the classic shoe play moves during class under her chair/desk, taking them completely off with her bare feet flat on the floor, her toes just slipped out of the toe boxes, ankles crossed with one heel popped out and one shoe slipped off… she. “I travelled all over, saw a lot of the Middle East. But like you say, home’s best. What part of the Army? What did you do?” “Not much I should talk about.” Don made an effort to look serious. “But nothing I wouldn’t do all over again, for my country.” “You still in the Army?” Don shook his head. “I left ten years ago. Got a job driving eighteen-wheelers out across Colorado, Nebraska….” “Tough life. You find time to settle down…? You ever have a family?” “Yeah, I settled.” “Where abouts?” “Near.