There mother was a curvy lady,dark haired, quite good looking, heavy smoker, big chested and always wore tan tights and scholls,her nylon feet always ...caught my eye, i was fascinated with them, i don`t know why and i started to get sexual urges,i would always stare at her nylon feet, she used too kick her scholls off and moan her feet were hurting, i so desperately wanted too give her nylon feet a rub, but i was too shy too ask, basically i was too shy and scared too do anything, i had never cum. He was dominant and took his responsibility seriously, sometimes too seriously. ‘Tis true. I think he needs to write down their names upon a scroll to remember who he is to be with. Who was it last eve, baby brother?’ The second oldest was almost a carbon copy of the first though slightly leaner and more wiry of muscle. He sat upon his mount, a leg cocked over the saddle horn as they mocked and joked, perched with an unconscious beauty all of his own. Declan shrugged even as a pink flush. . and frankly that was all I ever really cared about at the moment.A little over a year later I was having a working but friendly lunch with my old boss at the DA's office. We were doing some minor horse trading, working out a couple of plea bargains that my various clients could live with and getting the charges for yet another minor offense for one of boss Virzi's lads dismissed. Yeah, every month it was becoming more overtly obvious that the mob was becoming my biggest single client. My. "Does he usually leave them in your shoes?" I asked. "Funny, I didn’t feel that when I put it on this morning. Maybe my daughter wore that around in here, she’s the same size shoe as me. Oh well. She can clean it out." Marisa took the shoe from me and tossed it back on top of the shelf. "Rufus doesn’t discriminate, one time I came in here and found a lively little something trying to jump out of this pump," she pointed at a pink high-heel with her toe. "I put on another pair, and went to the.