Alex, we should find a club and get some cute foreign guys to buy us drinks. I haven’t gone out with you in forever.”“Oh, I don’t know Claire....It’s my anniversary. I don’t want to do anything too crazy.”“It’s alright with me.”“Really?”“Yeah. I don’t want to monopolize your time. If you two find a spot you should definitely go. I’m upset you didn’t even think to invite me though, sweet daughter of mine.”“Sorry, Dad, but you don’t like going out. My girl needs a break from you. We’ll have some. He's desperate and he's got no friend other than me to lean on. I think he's innocent. I wish you'd give him a chance." So what did you do?" Well, I–" Let me guess," I said, more aggressively than I intended, "you 'comforted' him." Well, yes..." All the way to the bedroom."She became angry, "Yes! I took him to bed and I let him make love to me, though he was so drunk he couldn't get it up, satisfied now?" Satisfied that I know what happened. That I know the second reason that you've been acting. “Well, what do you think? Do you approve?” she asked. “I think they look really good on you!” I told her. “You should definitely take them!” She did buy them. Not only that, but she wanted to keep them on. She put her running shoes and socks in the box that the mules had come in, we paid, and we left for the car. As we walked to the car, I noticed the great sound the shoes she just bought made. “Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap” with every step. It was such a turn on for a foot freak like me. As we drove. I sighed in pleasure as he reached my collarbone, running my hands round his waist and pulling him closer as his fingers slid down the edge of the waist band of my skirt dislodging the bottom of my top, palms progressing to slide up and over the flesh of my hipbones. As he twists me round from the door, I can feel his hardness push against me, expertly lifting my top over my head and simultaneously backing me towards the bed. Hands still resting on my hips he pushed me down onto the soft.