He was breathing as if he was running for his life, but he kept on slamming into her, her body jolting with each crash. She felt the twitching of his ...ock, and felt the muscles in his buttocks bunch as he sprayed his sperm inside of her, causing her to scream out so many times. She heard a rustle in the brush. He eyes focused over his shuddering shoulder. He was STILL spraying sperm inside of her. His body jerked. Once, twice, then a third time, and she felt him relax. She as thinking to. By nine I’d climbed into the comfy old bed, my head sinking luxuriously into the large puffy pillow. The sensuality of being in Iris’s company began filling my thoughts and my hand crept between my thighs and into my snatch; I began masturbating; then shortly, I heard someone knocking softly at the door!“Yes, who is it?” I called softly.It was Guy who appeared; “May I come in?”I sat up, suddenly wide-eyed replying, “Well yes, what is it Guy?”Wearing only his pyjama bottoms, he came to stand. I took the measuring tool and then picked up her right foot slipping off the heel and putting the foot in the scale. As he did her skirt parted and slid above her knee giving him a very nice view of a rather sexy leg in nylon. It set his mind to thinking some rather different thoughts besides finding shoes for her.He brought back 3 boxes of shoes and then took her foot in both hands as he started to put the shoe on.“Oh man your hands feel so good and my feet are killing me.” He stopped with. Blushed cheeks, red lips and black lashes. "Gorgeous" I thought. She had to finish getting her self ready. I felt free to prance around. I tried to strut down the hall way wearing the heels. I turned on the spot then strutted straight back into the dressing room. I stopped, put my hands on my hips thrusting my torso outwards. She looked back from the stool and laughed. I laughed, drank more wine and checked my self out in the full length mirror. Every move I made was staccato. Heels, long legs,.