.I must say that she was a very kind person, years after I found out that her dad, also a widower, had remarried, and Nadia and her sister Maria were ...victimized by their step-mum, and she would not do so to me….(but that’s another story).Nadia was much younger than my father, 20 years difference to be precise, and when he married her she was just over 18.I got out of my bed and climbed under her blankets, she asked me if I ever slept with a woman and I did mention that sometimes I did sleep. Jennifer told me to sit on a stool andtake off my brogues to reveal my stockinged feet. The assistant kneltand eased the shoes onto my feet, and fastened the strap at the side ofeach ankle. The toes felt cramped. But as they were backless, they werenot too tight."Walk about in them, see how they feel," encouraged Jennifer.I stood gingerly, and felt my toes being pushed into the thin triangleof white leather of each shoe. I walked up and down, and was told to seehow they looked in a long mirror.. He knew she was braless and slowly slipped the straps from her shoulders and pulled the dress down till both tits were fully bare. As he played with her fast growing nipples she giggled but made no attempt to interfere and when he finally slipped his fingers into her very hairy cunt, she gave a gasp and a grab as the notable bludge at his groin.While she fumbled with the zip and worked her way amid his undergarments till she gripped and pulled out his throbbing erection, he sank his mouth over. I'm kinda s'posed to take care of him sometimes." She frowns, firmly crossing both arms before her. "I hate boys. I never want to have anything to do with them unless I abs'lutely have to."I chuckle at that. "I'll bet you won't think that way in a few years, honey ... anyone as pretty as you will have boys hanging all around, dying to ask you out."My words make her turn and stare at me, her lower lip thrust out defiantly."My name's Josie, not Honey ... an' I won't ever want a boyfriend!"Not.