And tilted my head quizzically looking at the grocery bag. She noticed and smiled that million watt smile again and said.“Rainbow sherbet. My mom us... to feed it to us as kids when we were sick. Yeah, Chicken soup, saltines, sprite and rainbow sherbet if we finished our soup.” She said as she took it to my kitchen and put it in the freezer.“You really didn’t have to do that Barb, but thank you.” I told her standing leaning against the door frame from the hallway into the kitchen. She reached. Watching me suck on my bottom lip for some reason always ensured a good fucking. "I only have a couple hours before I should get home, would you like to see my tits Rick?" I asked."Hell yea, damn you are one fine ho. Most of them other married women have to be talked into showing them." He answered.I pulled my tank top off allowing them a full view of my tits still trapped in my bra. But they ached for their touch. I unsnapped the back a let my black bra fall off. Instantly I felt Rick's hand. Had he got her panties off and screwed her?The lust-driven man peeled the comforter off the remainder of the way and rested it on the floor. As he turned back to her he noticed she had tightened her sleeping position, most likely in an attempt to find warmth. No matter -- within a few minutes she would have his body heat to rely on.He let his gaze move from her ankle-sox encased feet to her full thighs, her shapely hips covered by the flowered panties and then the high hills of her breasts. No one can." And shesmiled."Mistress Satin wants those. Be a dear and do them," Nurse focused onthe lipstick, the repairing, the colors, and adding layers of mascara.Miss Purple smiled and got the boots. They were ballet heels, kneehigh, with laces and black. She slid them up useless's toes, crushedthem in, wrapped them on, drew them up and then laced them. These willhurt, she thought, smiling. I hate you John Phillips. I don't know why,but I do. At the top, she cinched them tight.Joan.