Now I realized she had caught me staring. "You keep looking at my feet. Are you some kind of foot-fetishist?" Er... no, just an enjoyer of the female ...ody in its entirety. I'm not sure it's really a fetish anyway. Nobody talks about the breast-fetish or the hair-fetish, do they?"Then I thought I would risk a personal question. "Doesn't your husband worship your feet?"This seemed to surprise her. "I don't think he's ever noticed them."That gave me another electric shock - the idea of those. So Mike put them back on me, and started to slowly lower my boxers, I couldn’t help myself I had a hard on and it was very evident as mike lowered them he was eye level and he had a good view.Mike sat back down I shuffled the deck and past out the next hand. Mike won and Linda lost I told her to sit on his lap and French kiss him. Linda got up off her chair walked over to Mike as he pulled his chair away from the table, she straddled him, sat down with his cock hitting her stomach and they. My fingers went back to her cunt lips, and my mouth to her clit, the hood pulling back, with my flickering tongue assisting its movement. My tongue, finger, and lips slowly probed; up—down—across—and all over her now blossoming pussy, the clit budding and her cunt lips swelling, as blood flowed into the erogenous zones.Francine had been breathing deeply as I had got into my rhythm, now she started swift shallow breathing, sometimes exhaling noisily, sometimes with a moan. I lapped at her. By the end of our encounter I was really giving it to her, and when we orgasmed it was much stronger than before. Unfortunately, I still had to clean up the freaking mess in my shorts. I had taken a step closer to my goal, however -- I had been inside her, even if it was just my fingers.After a week she again stopped coming around. 3 weeks later, just when I thought I would never figure her out, she came sniffing around again. Something was tickling the back of my mind about this but in my.