Once again I ate a NUTRITIOUS lunch.Heh...nutrition...I got home.I donned that damnable Britney Spears look again...but this time no cincher.THIS time..... 6 inch stilettos.4' is cool.5' is alright.BUT GODDAMMIT 6' WAS JUST PUSHING IT!"Where the hell do you get these erotic shoes?" I asked her curious."Macy's...Bloomingdales...places like that." Julie said."Mom and dad actually LET you wear these shoes?" Naw...I bought them but I can't wear them. Only when I get older." My waist wassmall enough. In an odd way, I was pleased for him. I had been so worried since his father died that he would be backward where it came to women. I decided to let the episode run its course, then speak to him afterward. In the meantime, I had an opportunity to observe some real hot cunt-lapping! The girl was getting closer and closer to orgasm. She kept encouraging him saying such things as "LICK my clit. Oh, yes, Jeff. Are you sure you've never done this before?" Eventually, however, she stopped talking and. I put my finger in her, slid it in and out, then added another and another. When I was sliding three fingers in and out of her she started to scream again. I thought I had to teach her a lesson. I took out my fingers and slapped her pussy with as much strength as I could. She screamed even louder and I slapped her again. She screamed again and I slapped her three times rapidly. Then she understood and with all her might stopped screaming. I resumed penetrating her vagina, putting fourth finger. She was fair-haired and skinned, a small smattering of freckles danced across the bridge of her nose. Okay, I amended, her breasts were too big to consider her a girl, but she was young. I wondered why she was here, I had certainly never seen her before. A relative on my wife’s side? Somehow I didn’t think so. I wiggled on the uncomfortable pew, trying to show the proper amount of grief during the key points in the sermon. The truth was, I felt a bitter detachment from it all. Everyone thought.