‘Hello Justine. My name is Noella.’ ‘That is French? Non?’ ‘Yes it is French.’ ‘Very good. Which one would you like to try first?’ Jus...ine asked, seeming to soften after learning of Noella’s French name. ‘I think the floral is pretty, so I think I will try that first.’ ‘Ma oui. Little roses or petit fleurs.’ ‘Roses I think.’ ‘Oui.’ agreed Justine as she rustled through the pile of clothes to pull out a white corset with little red roses all over it. ‘Here we are.’ She passed the corset to. The photographers were yelling curses, pushing and shoving, trying to get a photo of the two together.Niki finally exclaimed over the din, "This beats anything I've ever seen! Did you have work done to make yourself look like me?" I could see her looking closely at Pam's neck and face.Pam replied, "No, I've always been told I look just like you. I wanted to meet you."Niki smiled and replied, "Can we talk a little later? I'm running really late." She turned and whispered something to her. Smart business suits, dresses, beautiful make-up, and always,high heels and stockings. Just hearing the sound of her high heels asshe "click-clacked" around our kitchen, the smell of her perfume wouldsend me into a wonderful daze of hormonal lust. To hear the "swish" ofher stockings as she crossed and uncrossed her beautiful legs, one overthe other would make my little clitty hard as a rock. Once in a whileshe'd catch me staring at her legs, I would just blush like a littleschoolgirl - she's. She sucked mightily, his cock invading her throat as her tongue and lips swirled around it, pleasing him, worshipping him. Her small hands found his balls and gently she stroked and cupped them, holding them as something precious. As he’d been sailing the seas of Neverland for eons and it had been quite a dry spell since the wenches of other ports, Hook’s orgasm came quickly and almost without warning. Tink felt his balls tighten and come close to his core and then she felt his shaft convulsing.