It was a slutfest out there. Most of the women didn’t really care about me touching them, cupping their breasts and rubbing their butts. Some still ...treated me like the teenage kid who moved in years ago. One of them even tried making out with me but of course, we couldn’t do it with everybody around. My cock was rock solid but my denims came in handy.My mom was carefully observing my behaviour standing in one part of the street and was generally aloof from the crowd. She called me inside and. Traci straddles him as he undoes the strings on her top and she throws it at me and smiles. He pulls her down to suck on her amazing breasts and kneads them with his large black hands. The contrast looks so amazing that I start to take my shorts off watching so I can stroke myself. Luke reaches down and undoes each of the strings on the sides of her bottoms and pulls the bottoms off and throws them at me smiling. I am now watching my naked wife, straddling a very large muscular black man with. One of the universe's little mysteries,I suppose.Being so short, I could see the advantage in never wearingheels less than three inches high. Walking in those shoeswas an interesting experience, too. If I thought about whatI was doing, I got awkward and stumbled. If I put thoughtsof walking out of my mind and just walked, I glided alongin them effortlessly. I guess that was down to musclememory. In this reality, I would have been wearing themsince my teens, and my body remembered. It's a. "He kept posing in front of the mirror."You could make them a bit tighter here," he said, pointing to the spotwhere his thigh met his butt."Sure," I said and kneeled down in front of him."I´ll just take the seam in a bit here," I said, pinching the denimtighter. My fingers were brushing his butt muscle."Yeah, that´s better," Scotty said. His voice had turned a bit husky.I fastened the last pin and started to get up, when I felt his hand on myshoulder, pressing me back down."Scotty, you can take.