”. After a pause he said, “ Thanks for standing by me, thanks for making me laugh when I was sad, for comforting me. Thanks for being a part of my...life, Riya…thanks for being you”. Saying this, he turned away and ran without waiting for her to speak.She found him in his room, lying face down. She touched him slightly and he turned around and looked at her. He began to speak, but she silenced him with a finger on his lips. She said “You are the biggest idiot I have ever seen”. “What…why…but….”. She was a slim 40-year-old woman and looked perfect, much younger than her real age was. Her name was Martha. We didn’t talk on the way. The radio was on and some slow music was playing.When we drove into the city the question rose where she would drop me off. I told her any place would be suitable for me. Martha offered me to go to her apartment first, to have a cup of tea and talk about our stay at the country house. Of course it was very tempting but I could expect nothing special though. I. After that I found that it was easy to clean so from then on I used high heels to blow my load in, after a while I would slide my cock in them, I loved it! I used a bunch of heels but always loved the black ones. One night all I could think about was heels, so when my parents went out one night, I decided to wear some. The way they made me feel was amazing! I blew twice as much with heels on. One night I saw a dress hanging on my mothers side of the wardrobe that looked like one that a girl in. "I don't know you," Simon began. What did this guy want?"Oh, that's okay," said the drunk solemnly. "I don't know you either, and I kinda prefer it that way."Simon picked up his pace, but the drunk stayed with him, more than half a foot taller he had no trouble keeping up. Maybe I should guide him into a telephone pole, thought Simon."How much?" said the drunk suddenly, grabbing Simon by the upper arm."How... much?" Yeah, you know? How much do you need?" Do I need?" Simon struggled against the.