With a lilt. "Excuse me. Is that a Kindle?"I looked up. Young lady. Five-six, maybe five-seven. Not fat. Not skinny, but it was hard to get too specif...ic. Her jeans were loose-fitting and her torso was under an over-sized sweatshirt with the logo of the local university emblazoned across the front. The face was pale, a scattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Eyes were an astounding light blue. Eyebrows and hair were dark, her hair almost black, except about an inch of the tips was. Moving my head down to lick her nipples she was moaning, "It's been a long time" she said in between moans, as I continued to lick each nipple she had her hand in my hair. I knelt down in front of her and gently rubbed the front of her pants, she gasped and said "I can't" and I replied "Yes you can" and continued to rub her.After a few minutes I unbuttoned her pants and they fell to the floor I brought my fingers up her leg and rubbed the front of her cream panties. I lifted up each leg in turn. She did not seem to mind and sat down beside me, a bit too close to me.As I took a few puffs, I could feel my elbows touch her soft and smooth skin. She was looking at me smoke and smiling lightly. I asked her why she was smiling. She said the way I smoked reminded her of her husband. Saying this, she smiled again.Neha kept on saying that a lot of other things about me reminded her of her husband. I nudged her slightly, asking her what else. She remained silent for a while and looked down. I. “I just teased you lightly with heels. Let’s use them more explicitly, or at least as soon as I have some clean ones with me.”Dove returned to her explanation. “Maybe dance, to you, is more ballet and modern than it is to me. Oh, I like to dance for fun, but I trained in stripper shoes. These are nothing much, only four or five inch.“Honestly by coincidence, though, I’ve got a pair of clean six-inchers, without platforms, in my bag, which I keep for play. Yes, I can wear them.“Let me elaborate,.