I gave her tamil magazines and further asked me for the kind of books which I read. She assumed that i might have sex magazines. I said i dont read bo...ks. She left with a naughty smile. Days gone and months gone with all the these things happened regularly. But i did not had guts to ask her. I used to masturbate daily thinking of her i my toilet. One rainy day, she was talking with my mother that she has to go her sister’s place which is 20 km from our place, to take of her sister’s daughter. He then effortlessly slipped the shoe on me, but it felt as if he was caressing my whole foot the entire time it was happening. He then extended the left one to me, and I put my right foot down. I did my best to balance, but had to reach out to the wall to steady myself. Again, I felt a gentle but purposeful touch from Kerry’s graceful hands as he placed the second shoe on my left foot. I had never worn any shoes with a heel higher than wingtips, and I felt intoxicated as I replaced my left. “Yes I do and I believe you do as well, maybe you can show me some tracks sometime?” “It will be my pleasure,” she said as she moved away to serve some other customer. I had dinner and chatted with a couple of the locals and just before I headed home, I arranged to meet Monique the next morning for a ride up to Iron crown, the peak that towers over the village. I got into bed that night thinking about Monique and started stroking myself with the thought my face buried in her pussy. It was level. We started on the construction table.I hauled 2x4’s ... one at a time ... hey ... I’m still just 4 ... for a week. I helped. That’s about it. I have a feeling this is going to be harder than I thought. Between us, we built a worktable 49 inches wide and 20 feet long. I did a lot of holding while Alan put in a lot of drywall screws and a few bolts. Then I stapled the Fokker paper to the work surface. Alan held it down while I used a ‘slap stapler’ to hold it flat.Then it was my.