Like a series of motion black and white photos our bodies grind against one another. The exhilaration overtakes us both. I pull her off of the workben...h; and she unbuttons my pants. Sliding my pants down to my ankles. I flip her around so that her stomach is facing the table; I turn my head and lean forward to kiss her. One hand on her breast, I begin to kiss her neck and lightly bite on her shoulder. My finger reaches in side of her thong and rips it away from her slender body. As the. I was wearing a red dress made of a finethin fabric. I moved to sit and then I noticed I had something in myfeet: high heel shoes (with heels about 5cm long). I wanted to take themoff, but the shoes had a strap around my ankles. I tried to untie them,but they were glued by some sort of plastic mass. No way I could take offthose shoes without scissors or at least a knife.Carefully I stood up, equilibrating over those heels, and started toexplore the room. I could feel that I had something on my. ”But, she’d walked away. The stores patiently waiting her arrival, their checkbook in her Rodeo Drive handbag.“Buddy-boy, what’s the matter?”Mister Ed queried his owner as Wilbur Post entered their shared space of stable and office.Ed had heard the sirens and seen the ambulance arrive, then watched yet another extra long vehicle depart hours later in total silence. Something or other “Mortuary” printed on the side.Wilbur had been crying.“Addison, he is dead.”Ed knew death only in the abstract. "Damn, even though I can't see it all, his manhood is a great sight," I muttered, glancing at his balls. "Yes, yes, Susanna, I'm gonna shoot," he moaned. He twitched and his head leaned back too. My tongue attacked my lips and my fingers rubbed onto my pussy lips. "Damn, I never truly noticed it until now, but you are a cute eighteen-year-old, Max. Its not just that thing between your legs, its that brown hair, your slightly disfigured face with freckles and zits, nice body and your sweet.