She pulled a small pad of blank tickets from her back pocket and wrote me a ticket. She tore of the top page of the note pad and handed it to me. She ...laced the carbon-copy of the ticket into the front pocket of her pants. "Have a nice evening, sir," Officer Taylor said, as she turned and began to walk back to her car. I watched in my driver's side mirror as she walked back to her car. She strutted slowly and casually toward her car, and her ass shook slightly with each step. When she was. I moaned in anticipation as she slid my underwear down. I looked up into her eyes as she raked her nails over my stiffening dick. Her mouth opened and her tongue ran across my lips. I slid my tongue out to meet hers. Our tongues moved together as she stroked my dick slowly. I stepped out of my pants and underwear. She started moaning we shouldn't be doing this. Reaching under her robe I slid my hands up her back to her shoulders, then pushing the robe open wide and down her arms. Billie had a. I was no expert, but I estimated the heelswere at least three inches high--not the highest heels ever manufactured,but for a newbie like me, they were more than adequately feminine. Butwhat made them a dream come true was the series of straps I saw on them,and the little buckles hanging open."Let me show you, sweetie," Lisa was saying. "Sit down."I sat on the chair of Lisa's vanity and extended a stockinged foottowards her. She gently guided my toes into the pointed toe of the shoeand. ”She smiled again and suddenly John Fontana was watching a 20-year-old Francine Allen, the beautiful girl he met in a sociology class back in college. When they first met in class and she smiled at him, his heart skipped a beat. When she finished his bottle of beer just now and smiled at him, his heart skipped a beat.“I think Joe was right. You’re too good for me.”“Of course he was right. I am too good for you.”After a good night of rest, or as good a night as he could get worrying about what.