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My fingers scrabbled at the little clips and it was then that I noticed her black patent leather stiletto shoes. I paused briefly in my task to let my eyes wander from the shoes, over her nicely turned ankles and up her strong calf muscles to the hem of her skirt which ended just above her knee. Drunk Mom Story I saw that she was wearing either black stockings or pantyhose with a black pencil line on the back of them running from her shoes to the darkness underneath her skirt. I gulped and for some wierd reason found myself hoping that they were stockings. Suddenly the tinkling of the doorbell brought me back to reality.
"Stay where you are boy." She whispered harshly at me.
Drunk Mom Story This was one order I didn't mind following at all because it would give me plenty of time to drink in the beauty of her legs. I moved quietly so that I was sitting on the floor with my back resting on the draws and my knees huddled up to my chest. All manner of erotic thoughts ran through my mind as she dealt with the customer. Drunk Mom Story What was i thinking, i chided myself, this woman is at least fifty. I noted that she spoke a lot more civil to the lady than she did to me. Suddenly she stepped over me so that she had a leg either side of my hips.
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