Then I saw a fucked up little sedan pull up and watched a strikingly beautiful woman in heels step out. Her hair was messy and she had on a big coat, ...ut the heels... I have a fetish with women in heels. My taste is fairly slutty, with ankle straps, stiletto thin heels and peep toe being my triggers. More than once I have propositioned women on the train and ended up in a hotel because of their shoes. But that is for another time. She was shorter, thin and walked quickly in heels that were at. I put the newspaper down on the sofa by my side and shuffled about to hide the tent.Sharon then stood up and made the couple of steps towards me and as she leaned over, as if to grab the paper her hand changed direction and in what seemed like slow motion slowly made its way onto my cock on the outside of my clothes, after rubbing her hand up and down it a couple of times, she looked me straight in the eye and seductively said (well for a 13 year old anyway) “so glad you enjoyed the view".. So, I go shopping, and dolunch, and that can fill a portion of the day, but finding interestingwomen, that's a bit of a problem. I want to have more to do though."Karen sat relaxed on the sofa, across from Carrie in the armchair.Carrie wondered about that comment.Karen continued to describe her "uninteresting life" And Carrie listeneduntil it was quite late, past one in the morning."Thanks for listening, Carrie," Karen said. Then she stood and sat downon the arm of the chair close to. "Not a salad at all. In fact, what it is, is your spit mixed with my ass juice. My dirty dirty ass juice. And you know why it's dirty?" Because your ass is dirty," I said. "Because even though when you walk by me I can smell perfume and roses, if I dig deep enough I'm going to find a part of you that's super dirty and smells like an earthy spicy ass musk." I was rock-fuckin'-hard.She swallowed and leaned into me. "That's exactly right," she whispered. Her breath was so naughty.I couldn't take.