The fit would be the same, I'd just need to getthe a higher women's size than my current men's. Plus, blue was a dudecolor, and lord knows most runni...ng shoes don't exactly have subtle men'scolor schemes (my current pair was a violent neon green). In the end,it's the exercise that mattered, right? Not what you looked like doingit. In the end, I'm not sure if I acted because I wanted the runningshoes, or as another step in my apparently masochistic plan to delvedeeper into femininity, but,. You can smell her light flowery perfume as she moves. She slowly parts the opening to reveal an almost see through black lace bra, a skinny lace tong and a garter belt which barely hold up her thigh highs. Her right hand moves to her left breast and pulls out a small card. With her index and middle finger she flicks it and holds it for you to grab. You hesitate to grab it thinking that this too good to be true. You go to say something but she drops the card and puts a finger to your lips. You. Meanwhile my mom finished cooking and came upstairs. Seeing my clothes and my dad`s on the floor, she started removing hers as well. It was hot. Like so hot, the sexual tension in the room was enough to get me horny. My dad dropped his trousers and said to me:"Pli to souC pli to pa pou ggne dimal. [The more you gonna suck the less painful its going to be.]" "Okay, I`ll do my best" I replied. I took his cock which was a bit hard and started stroking it. My mom started kissing my dad. It felt. I kissed her again and she responded with hungry lips. ‘Ahh hum…Sir, here is your bill, I’ll take it up when you’re ready.’ The waiter laid the bill on the table and walked away. Sally and I looked at each other and giggled like teenagers. The ride back to her house was pleasant. The radio was playing soft rock music that added to the feeling of contentment we shared. Damned the seat belt law and the bucket seats! I wanted to drive with my arm around her, but settled for holding her hand. It.