Billy sat next to me. He was in his late forties. I was just twenty-three at the time. We chatted and he invited me to dance. As we did he kept puttin... his hands on my ass/ I never stopped him, I liked the attention. After one of the dances, we went back to the table, and Susan and Carla were gone. Billy said, "where did your friends go?"I told him I don't know. I called Carla's phone and she told me she and Susan were in a motel with two guys from the club. I started to call a cab and Billy. But she also had a more modest pair of while heels – go-to-Sunday-mass shoes, she thought.Naturally, Carly wanted the stilettos."Can you walk in those?" Mrs. Jones asked."Oh yeah. Killer shoes. You bet I can!" Carly laughed. "I've practiced in these very shoes. How about putting them on for me, mom?" Why ... sure," she said, again realizing the thought of touching Carly's feet excited her. Carly sat on the edge of her bed, pointing her right foot out as her mom in an almost seductive manner.. And this was only for a lunchtime meeting with a girlfriend.It had been two and a half years since the twenty-six-year-old Karen began living full-time as a woman. Hormone treatment, exercise and diet had done wonders for her figure. Her five-foot-seven frame was now decidedly feminine, and her breasts, which responded well to the hormones, had grown to a full B cup. Recently, she'd begun to turn quite a few male heads, and she was finally gaining confidence that the world was accepting her as. ' Ian's eyes grew big hearing her say the words, she was always so delicate and soft spoken. Hearing her tell him to make her 'his little slut' turned him on even more as he grabbed her hips and started fucking her hard and fast. With every thrust her ass smacked against his hips. He was fucking her good when he got an idea, he slowed down and slowly pulled his dick out of her pussy. Ian then started fingering her slowly being sure to pull his finger out and run it along her ass. This caused.