Then, she slipped into something comfortable and headed to Susan Phillips' home for the evening.Brenda parked near Susan's home but not right in front...of it so there wouldn't be a clear link to her having been there. When she got to the door of Susan's house, she knocked and stood, expecting Susan to answer it in a matter of seconds. She waited and waited and then realized that Susan apparently wasn't going to come to the door. Then, Brenda tried the door and it was unlocked. She didn't know. I loved the sound of the clip clop of her heels on the tiled floor and once again my eyes were transfixed on her tarty pink high heel shoes and shapely legs. They carried on walking round the store, occasionally stopping and looking at products on sale. It must have been blatantly obvious that I was following them and staring at her legs. At times she would bend down at look at something on the bottom shelf, unfortunately I wasn't close enough to see anything but I guessed that her husband was. “I’m not sure,” Monica answered, as if she was considering the question for the first time. “But thankfully we don’t have to know the answer.”“It was interesting though, wasn’t it?” Rachel went on, not seeming to want to let the matter rest.“I guess so,” Monica replied.“Have you ever done that before?” Rachel asked, leaving no question as to what exactly “that” was.“Have you?” Monica answered the question with one of her own.“You know I have,” Rachel said, “I told you all about the night me and. No cocks in sight.What I really needed was a girlfriend, but I'd never managed that so far. I'm OK looking and not a geek, but I guess my obsession with running keeps me from being in the right places to meet girls. And my lack of experience makes me pretty shy, I guess.So yeah, at the time I was still a virgin. Not that the interwebs hadn't provided lots of visual instruction on the art of love...Since I was in my room, I actually did my homework. Sitting with my cummy, limp (finally) cock.