” Conversation ceases as your wife haltingly returns to the group. She is wearing the same transparent nightgown, but has removed her bra and pantie..., and her confidence seems to have gone along with them. She vacillates between crossing her arms over her chest to hide her nipples and crossing her hands to cover her crotch. “Why don’t be nervous, darling,” says Witherspoon with a familiar tone that annoys you. “You look simply marvelous.” “Why, thank you,” says your wife meekly, putting her. I was called to supper in a half-hour or so and washed up as best I could. The R-- family had the democratical notion that all, master and servants, should eat together. Their elderly and stone deaf cook served the meal and then sat opposite me at the far end of the table while the reverend gave the honor of asking the blessing to one of his ruddy guests who intoned at some length in thanks which included blessings for the King and both houses of Parliament."Odd to hear that from a good Scot,". ”“After work today?”“Sounds good to me. I’m always back a little before 18:00.”“Need to talk business. $200 for one hour starting when I show up. But discount to $180 if you provide dinner. Surprise me - just nothing too exotic.”“Japanese takeout okay?”“Sounds good. Text me your exact address. See you for dinner at 18:00.”Mike had phoned his order when he left work and was leaving his car carrying dinner when I walked up exactly on time. I like to be early, but the bus schedule was a little off. Stevie laughed & said,"Ya nasty fucker...ya got a thing for me smelly feet an' all,have ya? Jesus,yer as big a freak as me".I looked up at him,laying there with his sly,cocky smile & gave him a wink back.Then I started nibbling & slurping at his hot,smelly feet...licking the soles which made him squirm & chuckle.By now me own cock was almost bursting through me trackies & I could smell the stench of me dad's undies wafting up to me nostrils.I was feeling well dirty.I lfted me arse off me heels.