The cool air wraps around my legs and up my skirt asI exit my car. The feel of a cool breeze on my legs while in a skirtalways makes me smile and want...a warm smooth woman to curl up aroundme and warm me up.My heels click as I walk the aisles and fill my cart. I notice a fewlong looks from fellows, usually looking at my legs. Not a lot ofwomen wear skirts and heels out. Seems like sweat pants and loosejeans have become more of a norm.I always wonder when people look at me while out dressed. Are. ” She tiptoed up and kissed me lightly on the lips. “I’ll pick out some shoes for you later this week after payday.” Shit, shoes too. What have I gotten myself into? We paid and grabbed some lunch. We were on our way back home and I was about to detour off to the porn shop to get some new toys in order to get this kinkfest started early, but she convinced me that we just needed to get on home. As soon as we rolled through the door there was a pile of cloths, hard cock, wet lips, and a. The pain was replaced with a strange pleasure, and with every thrust she moaned in appreciation. He grunted in response and flicked out his tongue at her ear lobe, which in turn caused her to tighten around him. She felt like heaven around his hot shaft, and he couldn’t control himself anymore. He pulled away from her arms, sat up on his knees, and thrust himself faster into her. His gorgeous face was a swirl of emotion; his eyes penetrated deep into her soul while his teeth bit into his lower. But here you are, the earliest time in the life of Allan Jonsson."So there began a journey through my life. The first album had pictures of my mother and father, both of whom I recognised, though I had to be told that the baby and the boy was me. There were school photo's, holiday snaps and Christmas photo's. She told me who the people were when I couldn't remember them, but I was surprised by the number whose names came back to me unaided.Then there were teenage parties, school trips, photo's.