Had many drinks after that. Not sure what [ or if ] i was thinking at that point. Hooked up with Annette again later, back in the room, where i went...voluntarily, and quite drunk. she commented on my tiny feet, a 5, and asked me to take off my shoes. i did. She was wearing sexy black stilettos, probably 5 inches, making her about 6 foot tall, a foot taller than me. i remember i wanted her shoes.Shortly after my shoes were off, she began to stand on my feet. It hurt like hell, the heels. Or tried to. My breathing deepened. Twinges signaled the onset of orgasm, yet I delayed. I looked to Tara for some sign of encouragement. Her intent gaze, focused on my crotch, was all it took to flip my switch.That's when I splayed my legs, holding them apart with my hands. My belly tightened in a painful knot, and my hips twitched spastically. I threw my head back, unwilling to look Tara in the eye at that moment of weakness and vulnerability. It was enough to have to admit to myself that I. It stood to reason that she would be the same way about sex. It was wrong to spy on her parents, she told herself again, but it was different now that she was more like they were. In any case, she would be careful not to betray her presence.Soon Donna was standing in the framework of their bedroom door, knowing that the shadows of the morning would hide her presence completely. It was easy to peek into the room and look directly at the bed. Her parents, as it happened, were far too busy to. Then I touch her in the same way. It feels good to touch and to be touched. I find myself awake yet almost drifting off into sleep. We lie on our sides and examine every inch of each other’s private place. I ask why Eve shaves her hair and she tells me she doesn’t shave it and I will soon know the answer. I want to kiss her, lick every inch of her. But that is not allowed till tomorrow. I part her labia with my fingers and slip a finger inside. It is warm and slippery but not quite smooth. Eve.