He will make her a gourmet meal, and sometimes he will sit outside the bathroom to make sure she doesn’t drown. If she wants to get near him, she ha... to be clean and smelling like roses.”“I get that. I remember that Celia does have some nasty body odor. I can go on over now if you want,” I told her.“No, David. Hang out with your co-workers. I could use a ride even if your car looks like it is waiting to find a new home in a car crusher somewhere,” she joked.The guy behind the bar said, “That. I can't tear my eyes off of my new red shoes and I say over and over to myself, I don't think I will ever take these off, my feet are works of art. I am so wrapped up with my feet that the girls watch me sway ahead giggling at their new creation. About ten feet after I turn a corner I bump into this man, and I hear "New shoes, Stacey! They are stunning." I look up at my co-worker and gasp "Bob!!". He continues with "I see Michelle has let you wear her red dress?" and stops to stare at. I mean full blown love. I just adored the creamy softness that she had standing in that pretty slip with dark bands of stockings barely visible. She unsnapped the garters through the slip and the perfection of her legs was spoiled by the slumping nylons as they slithered part way down her legs."Do you mind?" she giggled, turning to me. "Can I have a little privacy, here?" she laughed and shooed me into the bathroom. "Get the water ready, young man!"I dragged my eyes away and soon the steam was. Compared them to Sachi. Jenny came to mind, her slender body splayed open for me. Her tiny breasts, her smallish hips, everything about her was petite, especially her pussy. A smooth little crevice in her underdeveloped puffy mound. So delicate and soft. I remember rubbing the tip of cock over her slit, coating it in precum, making it shiny in the artificial light of the locker room. When I eventually pressed the tip in, forcing the soft puffy mound to part, I actually doubted whether or not.