..great...great grandmother had red hair."He nodded, proud of her remembering what he had said so long ago whenthey were still getting to know each ot...er. "She was Irish..." But raised by the Indians...right?" she added.He smiled again, "I just wanted for you to know a little bit of myfamily history." I can see that you're very proud of it." She hugged his arm, leaning inand giving him a quick kiss.He leaned over and gently patted a large round rock, warmed from thesun. "What I found...that I. From this angle, there's that little spot right under the head, where the head sort of divides and merges into the shaft. My tongue finds it and I feel him quiver, then hear him suck in a breath. He's pulsing inside my mouth.I open my lips wide, lightly grip his shaft with my teeth, right behind that luscious purple head. Let my tongue play. I have to be careful. There's a fine line with teeth. He loves it, right up to the point where it hurts him. I love it, feeling him vibrate like a string. My face was soft and smooth now, my hair down to my shoulders. Underneath of my t-shirt, therewere two soft mounds of flesh. I lifted my shirt and brought my breasts into view. I disliked them forbeing attached to me, for taking over my body, but still, they were sexy. My formerly plain nippleswere now well defined, and both of them hardened against the chillyroom air.Next, I untied my shorts and slid them down. I waited for the waistband to snag my penis some, butthat moment didn’t come.. Then expertly, as she has glimpsed so many 'ladies' before do, she runs her hands up the seam of her nylon stockinged leg before attaching the suspender strap to the deep lace top welt of her stocking. Adjusting the tension of the straps, mmm tighter, making sure the silky strip lays neatly over the clasp. Now for the shoes, her new Red ones, the Patent Leather Red High Heels, the ones she has been searching for so long, the ones with the one inch wide ankle strap, not with just a plain buckle.