Was she going to be pissed off? Was she going to start to scream? Would she tell people that she had just fallen asleep sitting against the tree? O... god this is a mistake, a huge mistake.She reached up a sc****d a bit of cum out of her eye and opened those eyes and looked at me. The moment of truth made me weak in the knees. “How did you know that a cock rubbing cum all across my face was also on my list?” I am not sure if the release I had from ejaculating was bigger or the release that. When he was looking at my crotch I pulled my pants aside and said “tomorrow, in here”. I went to his house early the next day. I had practically beaten a path up the lane way. His brother was in the studio so I had to go up to the house. I made small talk with his Mum while I waited for him. When he came down she made some dumb gags about us wearing out the Hi Fi, or the couch. I looked at her for clues about whether she knew we were making out down there. We grabbed drinks from the fridge. Never, ever flirt with a man, no matter how young or how old. Never wear red lipstick or eye shadow.But, the thing she hated most was the ban on high heeled shoes. She loved wearing the high heels, the higher the better. Her customary flats made her look a little too matronly and revealed the sag of her full ass cheeks a bit too visibly for her liking.Besides, even the four inch heels added just the right height to her four foot, ten inch height to make her look suitably petite and not oddly. “Um, sir, isn't this sexual harassment or something?” said Charlotte, as he lifted his lips and pushed a piece of hair out of her eyes. “Do you feel harassed?” he said. “Call me Jack, by the way.” “No.” said Charlotte, her heart hammering. “Kiss me again.” Jack pressed his lips to hers again, slipping his hands under t-shirt against her back at the same time and rocking back to sit them both up with her on his lap, legs still circling him tightly. His erection rubbed against her now-aching.