I'm pretty sure now that she knew exactly what she was doing: driving me crazy with her moans as he gave it to her. I suspect now she'd already decide... that she was going to give it to me, but she intended to get me really hungry before she'd let me anywhere near her. She'd sit with her legs crossed watching the tv, so as to let me see her upper legs, or she'd put her newly washed undies over my radiator to dry. Or sometimes let me see up her skirt as she went up the stairs.Anyway, it was after. " After that we will fit you with your new shoes. Nice stilettoes withfour and a half inch heels and ankle straps to make sure they don't falloff at any time. You'll be wearing your booties every night to make surethat your Achilles shorten properly as you will be wearing heels atleast that high at all times. That will make your legs look really longand sexy girly girly. You'll enjoy looking so girly, won't you Frilly?"Oh God! It gets worse and worse and yet I know that it will be evenworse. Immediately, our anxious tongues darted out to explore each other’s mouth once again. Twisting and rolling, it felt like they were in wrestling match. In the meantime, we caressed each other’s backs, heads and torsos. When we finally detached gasping for air, my right hand had slid over his inner-hamstring and my index finger was already running along trunk line. I was already started toying and fidgeting with the elastic leg of his sexy red shorts. His appetizing bulge twitched and. We made some sandwiches and had some chips and dip and iced tea. The tree house would hold every one if they didn't mind being in each other's personal space. Most everyone just climbed up, looked around, said it was really cool, ate a sandwich and some chips and left. There were the expected smart-ass references to Fran and I playing house but neither of us would rise to the bait. Mom refused to climb the rope ladder but she made us a gift of a couple of old framed rustic prints that we hung.