She found a pair of pointy toed, navy blue pumpswith a three inch heel. She tried them on. They fit her like they weremade for her and her alone. "Mom..." I asked her. "Don't you already have a pair just like those?" She laughed and replied, "I see my girl has no fashion sense. The onesthat I have are brown. They'd never do." Even I could understand the logicof that comment. "Come here a second, I want to show you something." Shedragged me over to a large display of Mary Janes. I thought to. ”“Is this true?” the girl asked in a less hostile tone.“I promise,” Harriet replied. “Now, the most important thing you have to understand is that it was not your fault. It took me a year and the help of a good friend to realise this, but I felt better afterwards. Moira, you are innocent. Will you believe me?”The girl nodded.“And because you are innocent,” Harriet continued, “you must not be ashamed. So you should dress and come down with me. Your father will be happy to see you.”“My father is. " Moving us closer to the window, I began to raise your skirt higher and higher until your sheer black panties were exposed. "I'm exposing you to the whole city" I whispered. A soft moan. Higher came the dress, exposing your stomach. You spread your legs as you leaned back against me and I began to massage your stomach as I worked lower and lower. The sheer panties offered a very nice view of your trimmed bush and pussy. I was wondering if, actually hoping that someone was watching."Raise your. "You're so desperate that you're hitting on me now?" Dell, there haven't been any guys," she sobbed. "I haven't had sex with anyone except myself since..." Well, that's YOUR fault," I smirked. "I've got all kinds of women after me. I'm laying more pipe than a team of plumbers. And I'm doing it all June. All of those things that you swore you'd only let ME do, that you did with..." Stop it Dell," she screamed. "Don't say another fucking word!"I lay down on the couch and pulled the blanket over.