In such a situation of close proximity and with no proper introduction, I was uncertain about the propriety of conversing with this angel fallen from ...eaven and now asking me with a firm inquiry,“What floor, please?”My mind was shifting data from one memory bank to another and I took in her high heels with the pointed toes and her side view that accentuated the inspiring shelf that delineated her beautiful posterior from her long, nylon-encased legs.A fleeting look of petulance that made her. It looks like any of the other standard underwear shops and we go in. I smile at the assistance and she says ‘hello again – is there anything I can help you with?’. I say I’m fine, I know where I am going and what I am looking for. I lead my boy down the stairs and both his eyes and cock pop out with the excitement. Around us is a den of wall to wall bras, stockings, knickers (French, g-strings, crotchless, lacy, latex), corsets, babydolls and at the bottom some costumes (police girl, slut,. I've always loved Mustangs," I said. "I like traveling too. And as for the bimbo of the week, I've been with Shelly for almost a year. I'm kind of partial to redheads. And besides that, you introduced me to her." But Daddy," she whined. "Don't you want someone to settle down with and enjoy life on a more permanent basis?" Been there, done that," I spat. "I actually thought I had that person. God damn I loved her. I loved her enough to put my pride aside and try to fix things even after I found. Was she really going to do this? Shefelt a presence behind her and knew it was him. She giggled again,feeling the warmth radiate from his skin and knowing that he wasthinking of her. She opened the doors and strode out onto the balcony.The lights and sounds of the high street rose from below and the warmsummer evening enveloped them. It was cool, clear, beautiful.And then his hands were on her again. Strong, firm, unshakeable. He hadher. She was his. His hands rested on her wide, womanly hips.