He would lick them for hours and it felt so relaxing.’‘I am really sorry Ma’am. I want to learn how to lick your beautiful feet properly. I beg ...ou Ma’am please teach me how to lick them properly.''How do I teach you? I never taught your dad.''I am sorry ma'am. Can I suggest that when I don’t lick them properly, please slap me hard with you feet. Then I will know how not to lick. And when I am doing it properly then please pat me your feet so that I know that I am doing it right. Please teach. As he grabbed it, and started pulling on it, I quickly looked up, smiling embarrassingly.John was smiling too, and then asked, “Do you want to touch it.” Smiling, I wanted to, but after looking down, I became scared. He was already rubbing it, getting it hard and then letting go, he put his hands on my shoulders, pushing me to sit down on the edge of the bed.Looking up at him, he said, “Go ahead.”I was hesitant but when he said, “Go ahead, you know you want to feel it,” I looked up at him. He. He didn’t even blink and I could see the top of his cock oozing liquid at the thought. I got the lubricant that he used and told him to stick some up my arse with his fingers and keep adding fingers one after the other until his hand was in but he was to stop if I asked him to. He inserted one finger with some lube then another and then all the fingers and thumb and I could feel him working to fit his pudgy little hand in until suddenly it popped in and he was elated and moved it very slowly. She remained atop him – gasping and wheezing for breath – for quite some time. Rick absently stroked her back, feeling her chest heave, until her breathing began to slow. Eventually she shivered, let out a quavering moan, slid off him, and flopped onto her back.Rick smiled as he listened to her moan and watched her caressing her breasts with one hand, and her glistening pussy with the other. He was lost in the moment until he saw the fading light coming through the curtains in his peripheral.