Tony had on his usual jeans and polo shirt. Maybe it was one size too small for comfort, but it showed his powerful upper body to advantage. Jorge, th... fifteen-year-old son of Alicia’s best friend Alba, was dressed similarly, but he had a relatively standard build, so he was not nearly as impressive. The last person in Tony’s group was Sandy. At twenty-six, she was the only Anglo in a group of Hispanics, but she glowed with an even tan and looked very pretty in a nearly transparent, lightweight. The sensation was amazing. My whole body felt rigid, but ready to go when she gave the word. Her underwear were at her ankles now, and she kicked them off onto the floor. I ran my hand up her legs again, slowly stroking my way to the top. I went under her dress, and further up until I felt her warmth again. I took hold of the hem of her dress and began pulling it up her belly, chest and she moved so I could take it over head. She was wearing a strapless bra, and she sat up and allowed me to. Then I wasreally pleased, and blushed, because you had known I would look good inthis, you had affirmed me.More shoes; always shoes! This time they were black with a 4 inch stackedheel (you know I cannot stand stilettos), but I could walk just fine inthem; it was a kind of a thrill to look down on the world from my loftyperch.I got other gifts from you, holiday gifts. Nice jewelry, necklaces, rings,things for my hair. Nice scent too, one light and citrus-y, the other smokyand musky.That winter. I'm also daydreaming about what it would have felt like if she had done that to me a few minutes ago. That's when she catches me staring at her puss."Why that no good fuckin' pig," she screams. "I told him about stopping that shit. You know, of course, that Sam and George were up in your bedroom the other night sucking each other off while you were tied to the porch railing. I whipped Sam's ass good for that one. But, he's going to get his ass beat again. That fuckin' homo just won't quit..