..oh, my...fuck, this is amazing!"I could feel my pussy begin to get wetter, and could not wait for her to come, and for it to be my turn.Her hips lif...ed off the bed, and she groaned.Sweat began to bead at her brow, nose, and lip.It didn't take long at all for her to come.She almost screamed and with the orgasm, she squirted across the bed.Streaks of wetness splayed across my chest, and I shook with fever, and pulled it off.She sat up."Wow, that was amazing! I have never felt something so. She seemed reluctant to share any more so I pressed her for information. "Are you sure you want to know?" she asked. I reassured her, "If this is going to work out, you must be willing to share everything." I was getting hard again thinking about potential scenarios."Well," she said, "uh, you're sure you want to know?" "Yes, I do," I replied. "Well, she has been teaching me how to please a woman, and how to be pleased." I was shocked. "Do you mean, cunnilingus?" She blushed and said, "Uh hum,. He examined himself closely. It looked like him, and although hiscrotch lacked its reassuring bulge, it wasn't anything that would makeanyone look twice. Or would it? He tried squatting, and the denimpulled against his crotch, clearly outlining a female vulva. His heartraced, despite himself - it was an erotic sight, and he felt a slighttwinging in his hips.Damn. He'd have to watch himself when sitting down, and keep his legstogether. He gathered his notes and stepped out into the hall,. The first thing I noticed about any woman I met was hershoes, and the second was whether she smoked or not. High heeled pumpsand sandals were so scandalously impractical. They were worn for onepurpose only, to catch the eye of a man, and display inviting sexuality.My new lovers were obviously aware of the allure of their closet full ofdazzlingly outrageous shoes in all the colors of the rainbow. They knewthat five inch pumps were not only erotic attention-getters, they were animportant.