She was uncomfortable walking in anything higher, and I judged them high enough to show off her legs below that great little black dress. Bob would ha...ve gone on trying shoes until she had tried every pair, her size, in the shop, because for every pair she tried he got to admire her pussy.She left the shop wearing her new shoes and carrying a small package containing her thongs. Suzanne said that she was comfortable walking in her new shoes, so we walked back towards our hotel and stopped at a. His footsteps approach her and she gasps as his cold hands touch her bare back. He kisses her neck creating goose bumps along her skin. His hands reach around her to gently caress her breasts. She exhales as he whispers in her ear, "I've missed you."She smiles to herself, she's missed him too. He steps away from her and she hears his belt buckle drop to the floor. She feels his hands on her again, as he massages her aching shoulders. "I'm ready to come down, Sir," she almost pleads. He snickers. I want you to stop when you get close to coming, we’re not done yet. I want you to roll over and tell me to get on top of you. I want to straddle you and slide your cock, covered in my own wetness, inside my cunt. I want to look down at your face as you stare, mesmerized, at my breasts. I want you to reach for my breasts and kneed them as I start riding your cock rhythmically. I want you to tell me to come. I want you to tell me to fuck your cock, to use you, to come all over. "Becky, what happened?"Grace, eyes wide in horror, listened to Becky as she told her about the previous night. Becky spared no details. Grace was sickened by the whole thing and her dreams for her daughter and the house full of grandchildren fled from her mind. She didn't know what to think about Bret. His behavior appalled and puzzled her."Honey, how much did you both have to drink?" I really don't remember drinking that much and I was with Bret most of the time. I don't know why he had to do.