The contrast of deep red shoe against barely black fine hosiery, the sight of the small mole atop it visible through the fine denier, the twin curvatu...e of the toe, and, most mentally seducing, is the way the tops of my toes tap against the inside of the shoe when I wiggle them. It is a quite delightful shoe and certainly deserving of being fixated upon. Resplendent in crimson almost velveteen fabric with a perfect yet dainty arc and a trio of slightly off coloured red flowers adorning the. I now wore pantyhose daily under my cloths and had even begun to shave my legs. I wish now I had had the courage to tell her when she wasn’t home I would try on her clothes and shoes but I was so afraid of judgment and carried such guilt. By now I had learned to keep my ass clean as I never knew when she or I was going to play. She was also the last girl that I liked on top when we were fucking.Once I met my wife things got much kinkier. I remember very early on she had come home from work and. It was the best time I had had in the four years we were in Misery.A week before Christmas found daddy and me at the airport in St. Louis early in the morning. We had sent the presents on by mail and most of our luggage was all of my clothes and a few toys for me to occupy myself for the week after Christmas. I loved flying, but the hours of waiting in an airport I have never gotten to like. The food was expensive, but not overly good, the waiting areas were crowded, and most people had long. "Good. First homework I've enjoyed for a long time! I, er, I made myself cum again!" Excellent!" I smiled back. "Ten out of ten! So did you fuck yourself with the cucumber? Did it stretch that tight little pussy of yours?"She blushed slightly at my coarse language, and I had to remind myself that despite everything this was still an innocent teenage girl in front of me. "Yes," she said. "I think I got it about half way in. I was so wet!" Good girl, well done. Its good practise for the real.