‘May I borrow it?’ she asked, indicating the bathroom, and headed in with her backpack. ‘Won’t be long,’ she called, but it was a good ten m...inutes before a slim long legged girl in lipstick, makeup, high heels and a short, clinging silky dress, walked back out. She was extremely pretty, but in a quiet restrained way. The dress was a knock-out. ‘My traveler’s roll up little black number — the only proper dress I could pack,’ said Anna. ‘And my one pair of high heels. I won’t need them in Iran so. As I discovered when I first saw my grown daughter nude, her physique was very much the same as her mother’s – the same breasts, the same curvaceous hips, the same long legs, even the same perky nipples and the same curly brown pubic hair. After I began my affair with my daughter, I went to her place two or three times a week, generally over the noon hour, and we had wild sex. The funny thing is that at about the same time, my wife suddenly wanted to make love more often, so we ended up making. I know just the shop - the owner is a friend of mine."He led me a short distance to a small lane close to Milsom Street, where there was a small and exclusive looking shoe shop. It seemed to specialise in extravagant "over-the-top" shoes. "Hello Daphne" he said cheerily to the middle aged lady tending the shop. She seemed a fairly exclusive lady herself - very well dressed, very gentile. "I'm after some fuck-me-pumps for my slut here. At least 4 inch heels, you know the sort of thing I like.". He told me if I really wanted to do this, to meet him at an address on Troupe Street here in Valdosta.As I drove to the address he gave me, I was nervous but so excited. Questions kept running though my mind, was I really going to fuck a black guy I just met? Should I go home? Am I a slut now? All these questions in my mind but I didn’t care, my pussy was hot and I wanted to fuck.When I drove up to the address he gave me, I saw him setting on the steps out front smiling and still holding his.