I've always found girls with tattoos to be very arousing. The whole circumstance was arousing, really. I was standing in a strange apartment, barefoot...and facing a sexy, pierced and tattooed woman who was towering over me. Well, it seemed that way. She had me by an inch or so, but that was almost a foot adjustment from the last girl I had dated. "So, this is my place."I looked around. She had some nice art on the walls and a view of downtown Seattle across the water."It's cool. Great view and. K" as he turnedaround, but he stuttered and nearly choked on his dry cereal between thewords O and K. My hair was down, I had put on a light coat of lipstick, Iwasn't wearing my normal terry cloth robe, I had changed into a lace andsatin robe I still had from my mom, and the robe was opened enough to wherehe could actually see the cleavage of the 15 year old she-boy standing infront of him.. The look on his face warmed me and excited me. I was tooyoung to know what to call it, but I saw what. Donnie was cute, about five-seven, medium build, wavy dark blond hair, nice smile and our mothers were in the kitchen chatting over coffee as they usually did.Jana wasn't home at the time so it was Donnie and me in the den and I could tell that he was trying to look up my skirt when I moved my legs as I sat across from him. I was twelve, just becoming a bit of a tease, just starting to know the power my female body had over boys, so I just looked over at him and widened my legs.Oh, the. Let’s try on this pair first.’ He held up a nice looking pair of blue high heels and were close to the dress colour. She nodded and started to reach for them to put them on, but Alfonso shook his head. ‘Please relax mam. I’m a trained professional. I get paid to make a perfect fit. Allow me!’ He lifted her leg up and slid the first of the beautiful blue heels onto her left foot. Connie was not sure but it almost felt like he was holding her leg up high enough and sitting low enough to be able.