I slowly worked upwards behind her knees and onto the upper area of her legs where her shorts finished. I could only slide the very ends of my fingers...under her shorts but no further before the material hindered progress. I started to retreat and begun working my way back to my mother calves."No wait, that felt great, give me a second" Mum said as she moved off the bed and shuffled out of her shorts before assuming her position on the bed again. "Please massage my quads too" she pleaded.With my. Guess what I was thinking about?I kept re-running my best recollection of Tess' initial overtures: The conditions she had set out when we had first gotten together as lovers. What, exactly, was supposed to be our 'understanding?' It was easy enough to remember her "no commitments' spiel.I knew I could never really fault her for misleading me about The Big Picture. It was the nuances, though, where The Deal, for me at least, had come apart at the seams. Sure, I had understood that in September,. ”“I don’t know what to say.” I just sat there, stunned.“How about we get that makeup on you?” Leslie smiled.“Yeah, okay,” I said, still processing the information.Leslie started to apply the makeup and walked me through what she was doing at the same time. She started with some foundation, then some concealer. Having her work on my face like that felt relaxing. After touching up with the concealer, she did some highlights before putting one set aside and pulling another set closer.“Okay, now. Her own memories told her that she'd always worn G-strings under her school skirts on the way to school since turning eighteen. She should've been used to it by now, but she wasn't. Blushing hotly, Ayumi bent down and found her 'school-shoes,' but she could hardly believe that these were really her school shoes even though she "knew" that they were. The shoes were clear platforms, like stripper's pumps. They were an inch thick, and very high-heeled, with the heel at the back going up six inches.