It was summer so she was also wearing a skirt with a nice pattern reminding me old days.I went for the obvious:"There are easier ways for making money... don't you think?" The guy was embarrassed so she looked at me, laughing a bit and said:"What? Oh no... [laughs] we're just looking for his grandma!! [both laughing] Actually last week I was going by and found 10€ around these bins, we were just passing by and I decided to test my luck. Not so lucky today. We really wanted to get some beers,. You will find yourself obliged to walk like a woman inthem. You have to show off your assets. For a woman that means yourchest not your groin Sharon. Short steps, close together, as if you werewalking on a type rope rather than sitting on a horse like John Wayne.Sissy that walk!"I practised my walk for a while until Tracey was happy with it and I feltI had mastered walking in heels. How bizarre our language is! Masteredwalking in heels? As if being the master meant being the person. You giggle and grab a handful of my hair. I lick and twist and suck harder. Your moaning gets louder. My cunt is dripping. Finally I bite down just a tad too hard on your nipple and you gasp, yanking my face upwards by my hair. I wince but you seem to get off on it. I can smell your cunt, it's strong but sweet.The candles are burning low. You swing your legs into the bathtub and leave my kneeling there outside it. With a backwards glance you toss a bar of soap at me. I snort and roll my eyes. I. " She giggled and said, "You aren't trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me, are you?" Do I have to get you drunk?" No, of course not." Jackie pulled my ear to her mouth. "Did you hear about the bedrooms?" Yeah, Ralph told me about them. Honey, would you mind if I had a few drinks?"Jackie grinned and said, "No, not at all. Just don't get so loaded you can't take care of me later."I laughed and gave Jackie a kiss. After finding my shorts, I fished the keys out of my pocket to give.