I don't know why. Holding hands was no big deal....Iam gay for goodness sake, but there was something spooky about the wholething," Andie looked to me...for encouragement."Well, I couldn't think of anything else to do, so I reached out and tookboth his hands in mine...we stood just there looking at one another.'Do you think my Jeannie is pretty?' Mrs. Betty asked.I hesitated, but nodded in the affirmative.'Answer me or I promise I will have you over my knee shortly,' shethreatened.'Yes, I think. I could hear it slow down and a power window rolldown. I wanted to run, but there was nowhere to go; thewalk was lined with dense brush, and I couldn't make anyspeed in my FETISH HEELS.A voice came from the car. "Hey, chickie!" HEY STUD," I heard myself say. * * *It took me some two weeks to get to the old section of town.I kept trying to walk there for most of that time, and Icould never make more than a couple hundred yards ofprogress a day before some guy would pick me up,. We reach our floor and run to our room, struggling to kiss before finally managing to fall through the door. I rip his black suit and white shirt off him, throwing his clothes onto the chair. He unzips my long pink dress and it falls to the floor, soon followed by my lacy underwear. I slip off my black heels and leave it all in an untidy pile. We reach the bed and with him lying on his back, I start teasing his cock with my wet pussy. I nibble his neck and kiss over his chest, and then continue. " "Wait, it just hit me. If you went through all this the year before, whydidn't you tell me. You could have saved me." "Me, well, I, ah, wait, if I remember right, you hardly talked to me afterhigh school." (Nice save.) "Oh, do we have to go over that?" "No, no, it's in the past. I'm happy that we've patched it up." (I have mydoubts about that, and I think Debbie did too, because she started right upagain.) "Ok, We got back to our room and Mr. Miller came in with his crew. He saidwe looked.