She asked if she could help me. I saw a display of high heels and askedif I could see something like this in my size. Not knowing what "mysize" was.... She told me to have a seat and remove my shoes. She thenmeasured my feet and said she'd be right back.She came out with two boxes. One pair of black pumps with a 4" stilettoheel and one in red. Looking back on it I think they were made byPleazers. She gave me little footies to put on and then asked me howexperienced at heels was I. I told. ..my fingers finally reached her nylon encased pussy she reacted like she was waiting that touch for a 1000 years. Sweet, wet pussy was oozing juices through her nylons, I had fun smearing that wetness on, feeling her pussy under my fingers, feeling the vibration which were coming from the inside. The view was incredibly hot for me.. And the smell, smell of fresh, sweet, tasty pussy...I could almost taste it through my nose...But that wasn't enough...as she became increasingly wet, oozing foamy. The one marked "Administration" seemed a likely candidate for a place to ask directions. He swung the gleaming brass knocker on a massive wooden door."Welcome. Come on in, if you will, and sit down." The woman greeting him behind the open door was wearing glasses and a smile -- and nothing else.His view dropped automatically to her bare... bosom. Then his eyes slowly traced a line of imaginary caresses down her female flesh, down to her tanned belly, down to a triangle of dark hair concealing. I sipped my coffee and she finished her omelet and sat across from me. “So what have you been up to the last few weeks?” She asked me very innocently. Her fake coy act cracked me up a little. I grinned at her and she winked. “Yes, I have an update on the whole threesome idea you gave me.” I then proceeded to tell her what my experience had been like. She listened avidly. Her eyes stayed focused on me, barely blinking and I must say, it was intense. Jennifer’s eyes are a light green and she can.