Mark hated to hear Chris whimper in hurt so he carefully continued to finger him this time going a bit deeper in order to hit a spot which caused grea... pleasure to Chris. Chris moaned wildly at this newly found feel and opened his leg unaware and showing Mark that now he was ready for more. Mark took his finger out of Chris and placed Chris' leg above his shoulders as Chris braced himself knowingly of what was coming next. 'Are you sure your ready for this Chris?' Chris didn't speak yet this. Her lips parted again, her tongue darting out, tracing the contours of those red petals before disappearing, ever so slowly, back inside again. Her wide eyes saw the final wrinkles on his face fall into place, and a sigh of acceptance emanate from his lips. She had him. Paras nodded, wondering why he had been lost in admiring her mouth so much. His mind was again upto its tricks, and he forced himself to concentrate on the request. Strangely, the vision of those lips and the meat going in,. Sarah followed onto the bed, as if stalking him, until her nose touched his, licked him on his lips then her tongue followed round to his ear, working slowly but surely, around his ears, neck and face, working to and fro across his face passing his lips to steal a kiss, sometimes a peck, sometimes a lingering tongue.This was quite erotic and rather than being sticky and yucky, surprisingly he was beginning to feel refreshed and he was feeling cleaner. All the time that hormone induced lust was. The one person whose feet I obsessed over, however, was my very own mother. Ever since I could remember, Mom would wear a skirt with pantyhose and heels to her job at one of the bank branches in town. And every afternoon when she would return home, I would just stare at her feet fantasizing about what I would love to do with them.I spent many a night digging into the laundry basket looking for one of her used pairs to masturbate with as I drifted off to sleep. I was fortunate to have my own.