The heel was 5". Thesecond she opened the box three thoughts came to mind. One was that I wasabout to put on a pair of heels. The second was that not ...nly was my momfine with this, but I could see she was eyeballing the heels and notreally paying mind to the fact that her son was about to put them on. Forall she knew, this was the first time I ever worn heels before. Andthree, I still had red toenails. How do I hide that? My mom is standingright here. How do I get my shoes off and the heels on. We headed downstairs and out the door and were met by a dark-suited man holding the door open to a limousine. This was going to be a fun ride. Ange had Champagne waiting inside as the five of us piled in.We were laughing and giggling, kissing and rubbing… the smell of leather was quickly replaced by the smell of sex. None of the women were wearing underwear and as a result, those three crotches got a lot of attention from whoever was closest to the snatch, a game we dubbed “snatch and rub”. .take it off.”Jane had been hoping for no less. She quickly reached back and unzipped her dress, let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it—a little clumsily because of her bandaged foot—before assuming her favorite position before him. She had chosen her bra and panties with special care; they were made from a satiny fabric in a delicate lilac color and they were trimmed with beautiful flutters of the same fabric. She saw Peter inadvertently lick his lips as he stared at her. She. I knew this woman that lived down the end of our road. As k**s we used to think her surname was funny. But now I find it so arousing, and so embarrassing that I often make up situations in my pink diaries based on the name alone. Imagine me sat in a waiting room, maybe a doctor's waiting room, full of people. "Miss Hoare, the doctor will see you now," I get up and I can feel the looks, and hear the stifled sniggers, as the tranny dressed from head to foot in bright pink minces out of the room..