But you know that song, don’t you?“Have you ever heard of Bad Company? The Eagles?” I ventured. “Hotel California?”“Um, I think my dad lik...d them or… like, something. They were good, right?”We talked a little more about music, what she liked, which was mostly crap. Why don’t people like songs that have lyrics in them anymore? But Christ, the randomizer was really fucking up me tonight as I heard this next:All I've got is a photographAnd I realize you're not coming back anymore *3Christ, the. Just the sound was enough to give me an erection but added to the glimpse of her soles they gave or even better when she dangled them from her toes then flicked them back up to slap her heel drove me insane. All these thoughts crossed my mind as I sat on her sofa. I was in a dream world in my own fantasy desiring to worship there lovely feet. Then a voice broken into my dream.'Why are you staring at my feet?' they had asked.I was speechless, I wasn't usual caught out but this time I had been. Scott produced his camera and took photos to refresh his memories later when he was giving his cock a nice massage. Adding the strappy black high heels gave the dress a sexy uplift.Then he suggested a red dress with a built in push-up bra that accentuated her full breasts with them threatening to spill over the top. The back of the dress was of the lace up variety so he had to assist her into the dress, getting a nice view of the upper slopes of her very full milky white breasts.The red dress. I turned towards Roxie to say somethin' but I never got it out. MacPherson's hand grabbed my shoulder and swung me around. His hard fist landed squarely on my nose and I felt it break, blood gushing down my chest. He slammed another hard punch at my stomach and I was able to back away just enough to prevent him winnin' the fight right then. Catchin' his arm I swung him around and onto the ground. I tried to kick him but he rolled into me and we both tumbled towards the river.Shaken and.