Itwas a pair of black high heels. And they definitely were too big forme. "What is this?" he asked almost offended.I sighed. "I hoped if I had you ...orny enough, you wouldn't be too mad.But truthfully, I may have accidentally-intentionally broke your trust." What?" he asked sitting up."Well you always say I can use your computer, but I noticed every time Ihave, you erase your internet history..." I trailed off. "But younever do it to your router..." He started turning a bit pale. "Atfirst. , a yellow dress with puff sleeves, a very low sweetheart neck line cut low enough to show a lot of cleveage, a little of her bra, and a short barely-long- enough- to - cover her panties skirt. She had a pair of 3 inch heels on which made her tower over us both. Candy was dressed in a very short pair of blue jean shorts. So short they looked like a bikini bottom rather than shorts. They were short enough to show a little of her panties. She also had on a tight red t-shirt, tight enough to show. Once again I was treated to her slowly undressing in front of her mirror. I watched, captivated, this time making no effort to pretend to be asleep as she performed her striptease. The second I sniffed (I had a slight cold coming on that night) however, she jumped as though realising her situation and closed her door, staring straight at me as she did so.Still nothing was said during the next day.The second night I watched once more, but now my cold was coming on full force and felt no need. Nirvana, Eden, Paradise. Nothing describes this for you. It’s a feeling nothing could do justice. Eventually you feel the it is time to return back to land. This time always comes, but it has never felt quite like this. This time it feels different somehow. You can’t place your finger on it. You wonder if it is not just your imagination. Your mind playing tricks on you. You gather up your bathing suit and you shake the sand out of it as best you can. You slide the suit back over your body. You.