And please let me know how you like this!I looked at the text on the phone. It was short and to the point. “I am top. You will be the sub. Safe ...word: Uncle.” My heart pounded as I slid the phone back into my pocket and I reached for my bag, opened the door and started up the walk.I was surprised at how short she was. I had seen pictures of her. Her long dark blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulders had always seemed to mask her height. She stepped back from door and said, “Well. He thought it might all be bullshit, but the idea of molding his sister to his idea of sexual perfection still aroused him greatly. Not wanting to rise from the couch after these thoughts, he hunched forward and took the camera up in his hands. “Glad to hear you like them! It seems like you’re getting a bit more comfortable in high heels in general. I thought you were going to fall down when you put on the first pair!” He gave a smile, and uncapped the camera, adjusting a few settings before. I then squeezed them and she let a small moan escape her mouth. I kept groping them and it was one of the best feelings I ever had, her ass was nothing less than perfect. I kissed Annie on her neck and she reciprocated back. Soon our lips were interlocked and I wished to stop time there and then. We had shed our inhibition of the crowd around us (anyways everyone was busy dancing in their group/couple). When we broke the kiss, Annie turned her back to me and now was sexily moving her hot. "Darla took most of the early action, but she hit me up about ten-thirty, saying she was a little nauseous and her back hurt," Gladys related. "I took over with the boys, who didn't complain -- but she kept getting worse. I was about to tell him we needed to go when the host pulled the plug on his own. Darla kept it low-key -- he didn't even know. He was losing, I think." We settled in to wait; Gladys cuddled up to me in the waiting room and we wandered in to see Darla regularly, but she didn't.