"Heels.. What heels?" I thought, trying to concentrate on the thingsthat were not making sense to me.Another glance to my feet confirmed the odd click... I was hearing earlieras we walked. They looked to be matching grey heels with a soft feltmaterial. So strange.Her continued whispers in my ear about not being able to control herselfand how long she's been waiting to do this were making me forget howridiculous it was that I was wearing a skirt and heels while we madeout. Our lips were locked. Not only couldn't he move his head, he couldn't move his arms or legs - and if his head was at the widow's ankles, then the rest of him had to be down in the ground. He was still trying to work out what that meant when the widow started talking. Her voice was not at all what he expected - it was low, silky, hypnotic, almost - the thought repulsed him - sexy."Ah, good - you're awake. Didn't your parents ever teach you not to go around defacing people's property? Honestly, kids today have no. She moved the bench to one of the other horses and climbed onto it. As she reached for the swelling cock Mike said, "Wait a minute. I have a surprise for you." Mike moved the horse away from Mom. He led it to another stable.Then he disappeared to another room. When he returned he was leading a larger horse. I looked at the cock hanging down between its legs. It was almost twice the size of the buckskin. Mom gasped, "OH, MY GOD!! Will you look at the size of that hunk of meat. I don't. And we slept right there whole night in waterfalls and rain. The next day we were somewhere else in the sea shore and it looked like a highway and she woke up saying: “Umh Umm Um Uhm!” rubbing her lips on my lips and woke me up. A car ran in full speed on the road then I got to know where we were.Then we took a Lorry to Pune and from there took a taxi to my sweet room and She changed her dress that she bought on the way and went to office as if nothing have happened. That evening in my blue.