My sophomore year in high school, it was 1989, a girl named Heather transferred to our school. Her dad was a lawyer and her mom was a top Mary Kay dealer. Heather came to school with perfect blonde hair, makeup, nails and wore mini skirt outfits with pantyhose. She sat beside me in two classes and I loved watching her take her shoes off and seeing her tiny pantyhose covered feet with pink or red toenails. WHEW! She could have acted like a bitch but she didn't. She was kind and fun to hang out with.
Very nice , and even in her case you can still worship her feet , explaining to her that her beauty and her superiority from a social point of view make her a girl that deserve to be adored , with the nice attitude you described she can still appreciate such kind of attentions , do you have any way to contact her ?
My sophomore year in high school, it was 1989, a girl named Heather transferred to our school. Her dad was a lawyer and her mom was a top Mary Kay dealer.
Heather came to school with perfect blonde hair, makeup, nails and wore mini skirt outfits with pantyhose. She sat beside me in two classes and I loved watching her take her shoes off and seeing her tiny pantyhose covered feet with pink or red toenails. WHEW!
She could have acted like a bitch but she didn't. She was kind and fun to hang out with.
Very nice , and even in her case you can still worship her feet , explaining to her that her beauty and her superiority from a social point of view make her a girl that deserve to be adored , with the nice attitude you described she can still appreciate such kind of attentions , do you have any way to contact her ?
And her panties too