I look in the mirror and sneer.In a fit of rage I pick up a high heeled shoe I bought, it never fit of course, I always buy sizes much too small for m...e. Men or women's.And hurl that stupid, albeit, really cute white strapped heel at my mirror.The mirror shatters down the middle, splintering bits of reflection casting out in an array of deadly pointy things. I yell and jump backwards, always have been easily startled. The shards shimmer with the full moon, which I finally notice at 11:35 pm. I. I rounded the corner of the stables only to find all the doors closed and no one around . As I turned to leave a lit pissed off I herd a voice from inside .I tried the door it was open I stepped inside pulling it closed behind me expecting to find my mate or his dad . I looked up and just froze there in front of me was Margaret a woman I'd seen visit the stables a couple of times but only sat in her old van from a distance. There she was ten ft in front of me . Marge was a mature woman of about. I never knew my real mother the sound of her voice her touch but never the less my dear sweet mother's life did have a purpose. and shortly after my mother's death my father used her life insurance policy to buy a two story house. now it's the year 1959 and were all living in this big and when his brother grows out of the shoes. and my father had to go bear footed to school all his c***d hood because they was to poor in the 1930s and he only went to the six grade because my father had to work. I could feel her boobs getting firm so was my cock standing up to her. We smooched for good 10 minutes. I kissed her cheeks forehead and then kissed her neck while I was doing this Manju was playing with my hair. I started to lick her neck slowly and moved down to her cleavage to which Manju moaned hmmm mmmm and now I could feel Manjus heart beat going faster her hands were in my t shirt and she wanted to feel my skin.I quickly removed my T-shirt and pulled her sleeveless top Manju was wearing.