I smile and get that image out of my head quickly. Am I slightly hypoxic in the chill, I wonder?I raise my right thigh and rub myself against the trun... of my tree-lover, humping it wantonly. I wish it was him...He would certainly keep my thigh raised and run his palm over my pussy through my tight elastic gym pants.Stroking the ridged bark of the tree, the caress is similar to when my fingers touch his face, roving over his stubbled cheeks and into his hair.I’d be kissing his face and neck...I. . the perfect shoes... that would look so cute on his feet... "Did I just..." Richard said as he caught himself holding the shoes again. "This is so stupid, they're just shoes... I bet I couldn't even get them on my feet... but I wonder," Richard said as he slipped his sneakers off and slipped the first beautiful woman's shoe on his. "It fits?!" Richard said under his breath as he couldn't believe that the shoe actually fit him. Now, for the second one Richard thought as he slipped the second. Thatwill give me some idea of your pain threshold." She picked up a pair oftongs, made of steel and about eighteen inches long. Each jaw had three sharp-lookingteeth. She came nearer until she was near enough to use the tongs on me. Sheseemed to hesitate before deciding what part of me should suffer. "I thinkI will start with your thighs". She said, with a gleam in her eye. Sheheld the open tongs to the front of my left thigh and gradually closed themon my skin, pinching a fold of skin and. "My gosh, Caleb," she commented when he filled his plate for thirds, "Where are you putting it?" It's good!" was his only answer."I'm with Caleb," Bill agreed. "This marinara sauce is excellent. Tastes homemade." With tomatoes and herbs fresh from our garden. All I had to buy was the olive oil," Annie beamed proudly. "And I've got vanilla ice cream and pizzelles for dessert. Those are anise-flavored cookies, for you uneducated types. Sorry they don't have the fancy designs on them."Bill held up.