The bar is starting to fill up with the evening trade, and the samewoman is standing by the door, now with a group of friends, whom I alsorecognise bu...t luckily don't know. I hear the words tart and slut intheir conversation as I go past.Going outside, the sun is setting and the air is noticeably cooler,although there is no effect likely on my nipples which are numb from theclamps having been on them for so long. I make my way through thegrowing number of people who are here for an evening. Her feet were aching again. She parked the car near the front door as the weather was supposed to be clear overnight, but if that changed, she could have Brian pull it in the garage. She debated about walking the few dozen feet to the front door without her shoes, but decided the hot concrete would be worse than the expensive heels. Besides, in ten minutes she could be sitting in her large tub filled with bubbly hot water sipping a cocktail soaking the day's stress away. Maybe she could even. ..she slung her leg out so the dress would fall away and show off her beautiful stocking covered leg and nicely tanned thigh. I jestured toward her and answered that's why. He sat with his mouth open. With her leg still on full diaplay she again pushed up her tits to make them almost pop out over the neck line. I like this one she said, do you she asked me. I said I do, but isn't it to long? She said well yeah but I can still show off if I wanted to she took the slit and pulled it open so both. "Oops! Sorry, Mrs. Keaton, I -- uh..." Here, his voice fell to a whisper. "I'll just go, now, OK? And I'll lock the door on my way out."Before he could get through the door to the kitchen, a weak voice called out."Huh? Whozzat?"He turned back to the couch. Mrs. Keaton was struggling to a sitting position, blinking her eyes rapidly and scrunching up her face in a squint."Steven?" she said, her voice gaining strength. "Is that you?"Skippy was shorter and broader than her husband, and younger and.