Moving her fingers up stroking my breast. Twisting... suckling my vagina as she bit her lip.whispering... ‘ mmmmm beauty.’ Wrapping her legs arou...d my v .wall she mounted. Thrusting hard. Fucking me in fire like heat. Lapping my vagina ,s wetness. With kisses. And suckling the wet tip of my slit. Biting into my nipple gently. And nipping at my curls. She began pulling my nipple with her fingers...twisting my nipple gently... squeezing my tit..with her fingertwisting.. twirling.. kissing my. It was a pleasure just to be. It was an inner peace she only found by being true to her self.She spent the rest of the afternoon in her sister's room, trying on various dresses and skirts and outfits. Some looks worked better for her than others but that was the way of things. At 4.30 she reluctantly changed out of the clothes she was wearing - a denim skirt and t-shirt - and put everything away. She had a quick shower, trying not to touch or look at her boy-thing, and dressed in her. That was it. It was up to him to tell her what he wished for.What did he want to do to her?With dismay, he realized that he did not know.He could not imagine wanting anything but to make love to her in bed in the usual way.Surely that would be too simple. Too mundane. After all the things that she had done for him, from handcuffing herself topless for the evening to screwing him in the bathroom at a party, how could he rise to the bar that she had set?He thought about what he wanted all. Anyway, I put this uncertaintyaside and once again took in the fragrance of my her closet - more of her.This was so exciting but I was thinking that there is something missing.Something more. What is it? My gaze eventually fell upon a particularpair of her high heels sitting on the hardwood floor beneath the umbrellaof her dresses. The navy blue shoes had several thin leather straps acrossthe top - almost like a sandal, and a small tapered opening where the toeswould be. The heel was open.