“I feel like a teenager when I’m with you”, said Wendy, putting her arm around Sheila’s waist.Wendy was wearing a short summer skirt and a blo...se and Sheila her usual jeans and a shirt. “I feel the same way. I just want to kiss and grab”, admitted the brunetteThat remark led to a kiss. The women sat on the couch. Shirt and blouse were unbuttoned, and Wendy took off her bra. Sheila didn’t wear one. The women started tit squeezing and then mutual nipple sucking. Wendy had freckles on her small. "It must be the entrance to one of the squatter's homes that are above the marketplace" she thought... but as she got closer, she still couldn't figure out what it's purpose was.It seemed to be a scaffold with a ramp, much like the ones that led to carnival attractions, except that it was made of sturdy wood and bamboo, and not metal. The ramp leveled off at about seven feet above ground, and was around fifty feet long. However, instead of leading to a carnival ride, the ramp abruptly. Ungh.. Few hours”.“No a few days”.“Eighhhhhhhhhhh, I’m cummminggggggggg agaiiiiiiiiiiiin”.I struck while the iron was hot.“Every month you have to think of a new way to fuck her and I want you to say five ways now. I’ll start with one. I want to fuck you while we watch some of your indian male student clients use her”.“Oohhh yeeeeeeesss….You fuck me so… aghhhhhh.. She can see…unngh…while.. Ungh.. About…ungh…. 10…of.. Ungh..Them…hold…. Oohohohoooo… and use… and…. Ungh ungh….Use her.”She exploded. As before, Janey walked separately and kept in touch bycell phone. First stop was a shoe store. Not the family style places he was used to,but one that catered exclusively to women. Shoes, purses, and the like.The object was to buy some heels. Not excessive, just two inch heels. Butthat would mean walking in them while trying them on. In public. In frontof people his age.In case of disaster, they had the tomboy excuse. But is was a matter ofpride not to have to use it. Things were going bad.