With the heels Kara was about five nine. All that bare skin on such a tall woman looked so sexy. Even though it was after eight, with daylight saving...it was still light. Kara attended a southern university, the University of Texas at Austin, and it was already warm enough to go without a jacket, even at night. Leia was waiting and came right out when Kara stopped in front of her apartment. She was wearing a white tank top and khaki miniskirt. As she ran to the car, Kara thought Leia looked. I froze for a bit, looking at them, stammered for a while, and felt her hold the back of my head with the palm of her hand as she soothed me. Then the most amazing thing happened.She pressed her dirty sock on my face, lightly rubbing it over my nose, making it clear if I wouldn’t make my mind about it, she would decide for me. It made me feel so weak and helpless in her hands, I had to close my eyes because I couldn’t bear looking at her. I felt safe, though. She was being firm but somehow kind. She walked over to the settee and as she did so she glanced at the other section of the office which was the exact thing you would expect to see in a gynaecologist's examination room including the tiled floor and examination table. She carefully sat on the settee noting the leather felt cold against her skin at the gap in her gown.Just then she was startled as the door opposite where she had entered suddenly opened and in stepped Pete; he smiled in her direction and carefully walked over to. It was a place that I’d created for the fictional Gina who was star of many of my erotic stories. ‘Maria’ was her name in all of my stories. Maria was a woman of unbridled passion, a woman who wasn’t afraid to experience all the pleasures that life had to offer. I watched Gina, mesmerized by her every movement. I watched as she lifted her skirt and revealed the smooth flow of her long thighs and the skimpy silk panties underneath. God, is this for real? My former wife looking like a symbol of.