I could feel the familiar foot on top of the other feeling as I felt my anxiety increase a little as my toes gently squeezed against each other. I’d...left my feet bare even though I’d known you were coming up. My soles could feel the texture of the carpeting as I listened intently to your breath. I was ultra-conscious of my every sense. Your scent lingered in my lungs. The heat of your skin warmed mine. The cadence of your breathing urged mine to match your beat. Without planning, I reached up. I’ve got business elsewhere. But I was delighted to meet Innocence again. It’s been so long!’ Honore sat on the bed next to Innocence and Purity. She reached a hand out to touch Purity’s flesh and was pleased as Purity responded by stretching a hand out to stroke Honore’s breasts. She took a nipple in her black fingers and marvelled as it grew as large as a small penis. ‘They are real, aren’t they?’ Purity asked in wonderment. ‘They aren’t the result of plastic surgery?’ Honore had been asked. As we couldn't be together we had some great text conversations in which I told her about my posting stories on an x rated site and also a dozen or so pictures from screen grabs of the videos she made for me of her in the bathroom and shower.I sent her the photos I used along with the few comments people have made and it really turned her on. She didn't want to go onto the site herself as it was to risky at home and not an option for her at work. We had the chance to go out to a quick lunch. .you got any money...?' I shook my head slowly as one of them rifled through my pockets. His report chilled me through and through. '...Punks broke, ain't got a cent...' The two largest stepped up and said '...that's too bad, you've got to come up with something to make us happy. And do it really, really quick...' I did not have to use my imagination to now what they wanted, both of them was stroking their penis through their pants leg. I muttered '...look fellows, I ain't no punk you've got to.