Morrison was a spry sixty-something, much like my grandmother. She invited me in and, as usual, offered me a glass of milk and some cookies– chocola...e chip, fresh out of the oven, still warm and gooey. What better way, I thought, to ply a sweet old lady for information than with effusive praise for her baking skills?"Mrs. M, you have outdone yourself," I stated a few minutes later, draining my glass and dabbling the corners of my mouth with a napkin. "Those cookies are truly amazing." Pushing. A senior pulled the emergency brake before the train even got going. My motionless body lay face down on the greasy subway car. "So this is death", I thought. Glancing down I came to an uneasy realization that this may in fact not be death. There was now a purse on my shoulder... A chill swept around my bare legs beneath the skirt I was wearing. I looked further down and realized my feet were painfully strapped into a pair of red high heels. Overwhelmed I finally noticed the crimped blonde hair. He saw megan bite her lip in pain, and increased the pressure. Mark saw this, and pinched both nipples just as her hymen tore, eliciting a high pitched moan from the deflowered girl. Stewie now pushed in all the way, parting her walls as he headed for her cervix. He soon had the dick upto his balls in her cunt, enjoying the squeeze which her cunt involuntarily gave him. He looked deep into Megan's tearful eyes, the sadness of losing her Virginity before marriage flowing down her cheeks with. So frustratingly I spent months waiting for an opportunity to arise to aquire some tights and then I had a "EUREKA" moment, my mum would send me down the shops for the daily grocerys, this embarrassingly included her lady items sanitary towels and her tights...so all I needed was to take 99p of my paper Round earnings add it to what she gave me and just add another 3 pair pack of tights to the list ...SORTED.I couldn't wait to go to the local shops on my chores and the next day my mum asked me.