Since I was only wearing shorts and a tee-shirt at the time, I stopped in front of her bedroom door, stripped off everything, and tossed them on her f...oor. Then I sprinted the two doors down and stepped into the bathroom.I stood there for a moment, my hand absent-mindedly caressing my cock as I watched Haley’s shape through the translucent shower curtain. I cleared my throat. Her head popped out from behind the curtain in a hurry, ready to scream at whoever was invading her privacy. When she. She even tied the outside of the laces like she was actually putting him on. She lay down next to me again and began to slowly and carefully move the shoe up and down with my member in it. It felt very good. She increased the pace, first faster, then slower again. I came closer to climax while sniffing the other shoe again. Just before I came, I gently pushed her hand aside and turned it around so that I was on top of her. The penis still in her shoe. I ran my hands down her waist, she clearly. I sat on the broad rail of the bridge, staring into the small stream that flowed beneath me. My random thoughts during the past two were usually filled with Aunt Jane, and today was no exception.Though I was having a great time, I was bothered by the dominant role that she always played. Not that she wasn't very tender and helpful in the way that she played her role, but she was dominant nonetheless. I wondered how I might find a way to assert some of my own dominance and hoped that doing so. "No, I guess I haven't," I admitted, and suddenly I was picturing Kriti in her bra with matching panties. Trying to will the thought away, I decided to change the subject. "Anyway, what's up?" "Oh my God, Justin," Kriti exclaimed, "I really need your help." "What is it?" "I can't get this zipper open," she turned to show me the zipper at the hip of her skirt. "It's stuck." "Oh," I said. "I've been trying for, like, an hour," she said even though we'd only been back at the hotel for maybe thirty.