Darren could think of another, more fitting, name for them. Fuck me shoes. He could see each and every pair being worn to a club, and more importantly being kept on after the club. Darren reached out and rubbed his fingers across a pair of blue crushed velvet heels that had to be five inches.

His cock, despite having been quite satisfied not more than twenty minutes ago, swelled at just the thought of these shoes, or any of them as a matter of fact, up on his shoulders. Even better, using them as handles while fucking his daughter doggie style.

Or her lying between his legs as Lindsay had...