. , nah, no way. What could I have been thinking? But I came back to that store and looked in the window at those shoes three times before I went home... The next day I was standing at the door of the store when it opened for business and I told the lady what I wanted."What size sir?" I don't know. Do women's sizes correspond to men's?" No sir, they don't." I guess we will just have to measure my foot then."She gave me a funny look and said, "There for you? The high heels are for you?" and then. “But that’s not to say that he isn’t the life of the party,” she quickly adds.Yeah, a party I’d soon forget.“That Anfroy was quite the ladies’ man,” he says, closing the door. “Believe it or not I was too, before I came to this place.”“You were trapped by the satyrs and made to mate with them?” the witch asks, her voice full of energy.Calm yourself. I really don’t want to hear about some raggedy knight and his sexual escapades. It’s like seeing you parents doing it. Wait a minute ... I’ve been. A long, light blue, satin ball gown was draped there, along with a Little Black Dress and a short, silvery grey, loose weave affair. There was a little pile of jewellery with each dress, necklaces, bangles, earrings etc. I could clearly see she’d thought about this in a theatrical way as ‘costumes’ as each garment was an outfit in its own right. she’d even laid out underwear to go with each. Just a tiny black thong and flesh coloured hold ups for the ball gown – clearly a bra was out of the. The view between Andrew’s legs showed his mother’s hand fondling his balls, and from the position of her chin above them it was apparent what she was doing. I couldn’t unfortunately hear any of her sounds, but from Andrew’s reactions it was obvious when his mother’s lips were in place and the action properly started. I had never even imagined something like this could be happening for real.Andrew shifted his legs and sighed deep. This was taking quite a while but because of maternal instincts.