What would you change about the ones you have now?”“Hmm, do you think they’re okay?” she asked. “Not too plain, or old fashion?”“They l...ok great. You’ve looked after them well.” Frank was delighted to be allowed to look at her legs openly. He kneeled down and touched a white strap holding one onto her foot. “They’re in excellent condition and I’d even sell them as factory seconds!” As he finished his words, he wasn’t even looking at the shoes. His eyes were looking at her ankles, and he. "This is beautiful," she whispered to herself and lowered her eyes to the cavern floor to try and locate whatever had been moving about in the darkness. The light made a large pool around the ship but ended in an impenetrable curtain if darkness. She strained her ears for the sound of movement and her eyes for just a flicker but she could see nothing. Suddenly out of the darkness in front of her rushed a large furry shape with a roar that echoed around the cavern until it seemed to fill the. It was warm and a gentle breeze ran up the street. An umbrella provided some shade and the women drank mojitos. Chris had a cold beer in his hand, day dreaming about bending his mother over the tiny round table and fucking her into a screaming orgasm while everyone at the bistro watched. She looked up from her conversation with her daughter and could read his eyes. She knew he wanted her. Like her daughter, she also knew that the longer he's teased and delayed satisfaction, the harder and. I was not that good at Art but I really fancied the Art Teacher Miss Cartwright who I think was about 24 years old I was at the time 18 and in the 6th form. I had been given a project to complete a pencil drawing of a life model and I had made a real hash of it, I had however been working for weeks on a pencil drawing of Miss Cartwright, I had drawn her naked with her legs open, a hairy muff and a gold chain around her neck with a heart on it that she always wore. Maybe it was the frustration.