A pair of new black high heels, very strappy (just the way he likes them) and a new set of bra and panties to go with it all...They have told me its a...present for them, that I will also get the benefit of! the cheeky old buggers!After a shower and change I was ready.I have to say that the skirt, being rather shortish, just covers the stockings, although when I bend over, the full effect becomes visible ... so to speak ... Add to the equation the heels, and I have to say my legs look rather good. The scent was overpowering, bleachy sweet, and tasting magnitudes more intense than his precum did. He was squeezing his cock like a milked cow and taunting me with his “yea..take it you little motherfucker..take it” My face was a gummy, gooey mess.After a period, I don’t know how long, Mark’s heavy breathing slowed and his cock softened, just a bit, and still looked like a huge fire hose that hadn’t been completely turned off. I was turning my soiled face to and fro, tying to make the. Waiting for her to make a move. He did not want to misinterpret her actions even though he was hoping for something to happen. When she still did not come out, he began to sweat. He imagined her coming out naked. Her long black hair covering her tiny breasts and her hands cupping that delta of Venus he had so often dreamed of but never dared to actively pursue. They were friends. Good friends. This was both wrong and right at the same time.In the middle of his ruminations, she emerged from. "Jack said, "Perhaps, I will have to get shot again to find her a guy." Jack laughed heartily. Mack, Gretchen, and I were polite. "Okay, that's a bad joke. We'll go to plan 'B' and have to start looking unless Paul can get his act together."Gretchen said, "I don't think it is Paul. She has told me that he's nice but doesn't light her fire. Sometimes, I think he would like more but hasn't the gumption to break out of the comfortable rut into which he has fallen and risk losing what he has with.