This one Friday evening my mother and aunt were heading out to meet some friends but Sandra didn't fancy an evening spent in a pub so my aunt asked if...she could stay home with me. I said it was fine as I was intending a quiet night in with a few cans but would love the company. After they left Sandra mentioned that she was going to put her pj's on as I was already relaxing in track bottoms and a t-shirt. When she came back my jaw nearly hit the floor. She was wearing very short and tight shorts. Norman could taste her homemade bread pudding and feel her special once-a-year icing sliding down his throat, when a patch of snow-covered ice caused his 2004 Chevy Trail Blazer to drift off onto the shoulder, sliding impossibly towards the power pole on the right, into the ditch. Though he had traction control, the SUV never had a chance: ice is harder to please than dry pavement.Try as he might to avoid the crash, the pole grew larger, until he felt and then heard the meeting of old wood and. I could feel his hand on the back of my thighs, playing with my hose and garter straps. His dog tags dangled between us. He pulled back, getting to his knees. Then he pulled my legs from around his waist. He laid one down on the bed and still holding the other he laid my heel covered foot against his chest. “Such pretty shoes baby. When I opened your email this morning all I could think about was you laid spread open with me between your hose covered thighs like this. I needed to hear your. I just want to go back to our room and chat with Sofia, but she insists on more cocktails. So, we stay and listen to stories from Lacy and Pete about their adventures, and Sofia is telling them about some of ours as well—none of which I have a clue about since they’re stories of her adventures with other guys. She seems to be relishing the situation.I think she’s a little drunk. What with the Champagne on the plane, the welcome drinks at the reception, and three cocktails, she’s definitely in a.