As I fitted the first shoe, I saw white flesh above stocking tops. When she tried on the other shoe, I glimpsed light blue panties which matched the c...lor of her blouse. Over the summer I'd enjoyed looking at her panties and the colors varied: blue, pink, mauve, even red. Curiously, never white or black. As she tried a second pair of heels, I caught another glimpse of her crotch. My cock got interested. Extremely interested. I thought she must have noticed the bulge in my slacks each time I got. It's too perfect. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed the hell out of it, but I'm afraid if we keep doing it like that, I'll get ... used to doing it like that and I won't want to do it any other way. Did I say that right?" It's OK. I understand." It just wasn't real. Anything that ... right ... should be real." It's like falling in love with someone else's imaginary friend." OK, that's weird. You totally nailed it though. That's just what it's like." Then we're good?" Yeah, we're good."That could. ”She handed the filters back to Shannon and the other student, and then taped up another photograph.“This one: a black and white print of the same scene, taken with no filter. It’s quite terrible, honestly.”It was. The apple was the same shade of gray as the tablecloth, and only the shine of its polished skin lent the photograph any indication of shape. Jane added two more photos, one to each side of the monotone boredom. These were much better.“Hmm ... Which one is the red filter?” Jane. My husband’s new car could be made beautiful again before his return. He need never know how stupid his little lady wife had been.There was just one problem; it would show on my credit card bill which Richard checked out each month. Yes sir; he sure did. Richard was a control freak.So I decided to do something unthinkable. I’d swallow my long held pride and ask my older brother for the money to fix Richard’s car!You see, it wasn’t called abuse when I was 14 ; that age-old pedo-sex ritual was.