Ca-lip, ca-lip, ca-lip... The sound of stilettos on concrete... Shoes have a sexual draw for me... and stilettos sound differently than just 'pumps' o...r 'heels.' Women know. Other guys... don't. Ca-lip. Ca-lip... she walked with authority. She walked into the car intently texting. Christian Louboutin Aketata. Black patent leather with an ankle strap and a peep toe. Classic. Her toes were wrapped in sheer black stockings. The tiny hint of red nail polish... "Hey..." she said to me. Oh shit.... His supposition was right—her big heavy breasts hung down pendulously as she bent over, with nothing holding them in place. Looking into that deep line of cleavage sent a rocket of blood right to his cock. That all happened in a second or two before her lips met his, and when they did, he almost melted. Her lips were deliciously warm and as soft as feathers. He felt the tip of her tongue press against the crease between his lips and he gratefully relaxed, letting her in. Her tongue slid. The look of concern did not leave her face. I just sat on the edge of bed, looking sad. She touched my arm sympathetically. For a moment then she looked torn. I believe she was deciding whether or not to let me into the bed while she was topless. A sniffle from me made up her mind for her. She opened the blankets for me, although kept herself tightly covered. Once I climbed into the bed beneath the covers her tight hold relaxed, meaning there was now nothing separating us under the sheets.. "At the Broken Main concert." She didn't go to that concert. She asked and I told her no."He grinned at me. "Why don't you ask her about the cute boy that shared his hip flask with her? And let's see, I have her phone number right here." No," I repeated, "NO!"He pulled out a piece of paper written in my daughter's handwriting with her name and phone number. My heart sank."You call her Sam right? She told me where she went to school and it was easy to follow you here after you dropped her off.".