She begged him to just not kill her, that's all she asked. She could only think of her kids, she had forgotten that the sitter was picking them up tod...ay after school--today was wednesday after all. Noone would be home for a long time, a very long time.As he pulled her back to him he slid his hands up her legs feeling every inch of her. Finally she was at the end of the bed with him between her legs just standing there licking hs lips and looking at her with those haunting eyes. She made the. " I don't even see how you can walk in shoes like that." It's easy. You want me to show you?" I don't think your shoes will fit me, Vicky, so I don't think you'll beshowing me, but thanks for the offer." I'll bet you that I can show you how to walk in platforms, and that youcan walk in them easily with fifteen minutes practice. And I'll make it abet that's really worth your while." What's the bet?" My Mom's platforms will fit you, and she has a pair just like these. Youput them on and let me. Our story begins when I was sitting in a restaurant in NYC with other colleagues. A waiter comes up to me handing me a note then he told me that the lady in the dark blue dress sent it for him to deliver. The note was just one line: "Have you forgotten about me?"I was intrigued by who this mystery woman was, so I excused myself from my colleagues moving to the table the waiter indicated. I didn't see anyone I knew and was about to walk away when I saw a hand waving at me. I discovered that. Her breasts lay placidly on her chest that was moving up and down more deeply with her building desire. John's free hand searched between her spread legs, below her soft triangle. His gaze traveled from her breasts further down. She was still pretty slim for a woman of fifty-five. Her thighs retained that outward softness with the firmness underneath. How he loved to feel them. She believed that he did so to tease and excite her in their foreplay. In truth, he enjoyed the feel of them as much.