"I can just wear my boots." No way! Try these on. I got some black shoes too." What do the black ones look like?" They're black! Hurry up..." Jody sor...a shook her shoes at me and I took them reluctantly."I like my boots though," I told her. "I ain't trading." I don't want your stupid boots!" I'm just telling you," I shrugged, sitting on her bed. "I like my boots." Do those fit?" Ummm..." I put my bare foot in the right shoe and made a face. "The toes are pointy." They're supposed to be pointy!". In reality he was being picked up by his friend's brother who'd also pick up all the other of his 7 friends and then would proceed to a rented out room in a bar and get totally drunk. Then wake up with a hangover and go for a whole day of wild passion at the new Pleasure palace.He looked over the brochure his friend managed to pinch from the place. It was more like a magazine and featured brief text about how brilliant the place was but more importantly featured sexy female models in nothing. Not really. But that don't mean anything, Boney. This is my case and it's going to make me a big name in the detective business in this town." Yeah? Remember what you said about the Christmas Dildo Caper? That case was going to put you on the front page. At least your Christmas Tree made the front page of the Times, even if you didn't." Hey. Don't remind me. Okay?" The boys down at the precinct are still laughing, Harry." Fuck off, Boney!"Malone was still chuckling when he stepped out of. His hands spent a lot of time on my ass as we danced and the fact that other people were noticing that only encouraged me. We spent about three hours dancing and Stan said it was time to go. My thoughts were that it was getting time to cum.Stan lives alone so I was surprised to see another car in the driveway. Not knowing whose car it was nor why they would be there puzzled me. I hoped that nothing happened that would cause Stan to have to leave. We enterred the house to find Ken sitting on the.