My legs are. I made sure my shoes didn't touch your desk. And besides, you put your feet on your desk all the time." Well, the key word there is 'your... ' as in my desk. Now move your butt so I can sit down."Dodson chuckled and got up to sit in a chair on the other side of the desk as Harris took back his seat, the joking conversation typical of the two. Doctor Harris looked over at his friend, "So, have you found out anything about our Mr. Wilson?"Dodson hesitated for a moment, just long enough. . you won't fitin my pumps, I think your feet are a little bigger than mine, but maybethese, with the open toes?" She held up a pair for inspection.I found my voice for what felt like the first time since I'd got in theshower. "But ... the heels are too high! I won't be able to stand up inthem." Sure you will," she said reassuringly, and got me to step into them. Itwas a tight squeeze, but she was able to get the straps up and over theback of my heels and fasten the ones on top of my feet. My. I mostly laid on her and did a grunty-grunty motion. Where I'd learned this, I'm not sure. Maybe I was copying something I'd seen at home. More likely it was something I'd heard other k**s talk about. Without a real playground, we played by letting each other put hands down our pants. I think we played at fucking a few times. Hazel went on though. Two brothers down the street told me about feeling her up. She told them I had done it too. I denied this because it was my secret and I didn't. Anyhow, when I met her online it was a year after her divorce, and she was really just starting to get her life back together. She had a seasonal job over the fall and winter months – if it can still be called ‘winter’ down in Louisiana. The hours were very long, and there were no days off at all for months at a time, but it allowed her to take several months off work in the summer. She spent her summer months puttering around in her garden and relaxing in the internet chat room. I got to be.