She wore an off the shoulder top and designer distressed jeans, with her hair feathered out. Avery looked like a normal girl, possibly even cool. Olde... but much closer to her age than she first thought. When she first met her, she thought maybe she and her uncle had a thing, but now she looked too young for him, like maybe college aged.Nicole tried to spark up small talk, but Avery wasn’t really responsive. Instead as soon as they got in the limo, she got on her phone and started making. It wasn't long before I could feel it swelling and growing, becoming thicker and longer than would easily fit entirely in my mouth. In the process, part of it escaped my lips. The head was pressed against the back of my throat. It was time to get serious.I inhaled deeply through my nose, relaxed my throat muscles, and pressed forward, hard. I felt the head press through the ring of muscle -or whatever it is- that guards the entrance to the throat. (He tells me it feels like a tiny tight vagina. I heard their breath quicken as well as I felt her hands part my thighs and her lips surround my tender brown nipple. As she slid up my legs from my knees, I felt the warm wetness that I had missed so of late rubbing along my thighs. My hands strained at the soft ropes, longing to touch this sensuous creature on my lap now. Her pussy came to rest against my shaved cunt and her juice dripped on my swollen lips. Her hands were now caressing my tits as she licked and kissed up my neck and nibbled. For somereason or another, these shoes of yours don't seem to like me."As she easily stepped back into those heels of hers, Ethan endeavoredto placate Amber. "I don't think it has anything to do with these heelsof mine liking you, or not liking you, Amber. I mean, while they mightbe magical, they are still only inanimate objects. Basically, I have asneaking suspicion that these heels of mine are somehow metaphysicallylinked to me, in that the magic that they're invested with has somehowattuned.