With Jenn's steadying arm, I stood, and yes, bending the kneesslightly did help. Even so, I doubted I'd be able to walk any distancein these heels, an... even standing in them for any time would beexhausting. How on earth did women wear them all day?I was then required to walk up and down the carpet, both so that I couldfind whether they fitted comfortably, and Jenn could see whether thestyle was acceptable to her. I had no say in the latter. They were farless uncomfortable than I expected,. Instead of the tight bun she usually wore, her shining black hair was arranged so that it cascaded down her back. He blinked, but the beautiful woman was still there.Doña Maria looked at her son, watching for signs of disapproval. All she could see in his eyes however was admiration. Raising her eyebrows, she cast a questioning glance.“Mother, you look stunning!” Antonio stated.“Well, I have to uphold the honour of Spanish women against all those blonde and red haired beauties. I cannot do that. "And what I said about the papers was true. I spared you and Ruben the humiliation of a trial. A trial that would have had to happen once that man recovered. And they would have been vicious. Vicious to all of us. I couldn't let that happen to Ruben or even to you. And please, Nan, forgive yourself. I have forgiven you. I have even learned to forgive myself for what I did."I looked into his eyes and I believed him. He had forgiven me and himself and he was at peace with what happened. But now a. 'I don't think I need my panties on anymore' Beth said as she slowly lifted her bottom off the chair to peel them off. When they were off her ankles Beth reached over to me, held my nose so that my mouth had to come open and pushed her soaking panties in to my mouth. The smell was incredible and I could taste her wetness on my tongue and the back of my throat. Beth then stood up and pulled open her bedside drawer to get some washing line clothes pegs and clamped one on to each of my nipples..