She looked a little nervous, a little surprised. She made a connection between my penis and her feet, albeit vaguely. Perhaps nobody had looked at her...feet before as I look. Probably, she even didn't know anything about foot fetish. I think, she was trying to understand why I was looking at her feet.During all lunch I feasted her feet with my eyes. We were not coming eye to eye any more. I was feeling she was trying not to look at my side.She was clearly uncomfortable with my peeping her feet.. The Uber driver was a different story. He was a hunk, and Jill had even whispered that she was willing to make the sacrifice so that Stephanie could break in her new bed. Unfortunately, he already had another ride lined up. They did get his name so they could find his Facebook page and possibly hook up later.They had barely sat down on the couch when Jill asked, “Guess what?”“What?”Jill tapped on her phone, and then handed it to her friend. Stephanie stared in awe at the long list of. .. so i threw the blanket off of us, slid down her pants, and mounted her. My cock slid into her pussy with ease. Becky had moved next to Jennifer on the couch, and i began fucking my girlfriend harder than i ever have. I can still remember the look on Jennifer's face as i was pounding her pussy. The window blinds in the camper had begun to swing, tapping against the window as the camper was moving to our motions. I started noticing whimpers coming from Becky as she was rubbing her own pussy.. But then she started undoing her blouse.Don't get me wrong. I've stared at the pictures in the catalogs, at all the women wearing undies, just like any other man. But this wasn't a picture. It was her. And her blouse wasn't coming open by accident! Again, don't get me wrong. I'm not stupid. I know what it means when a woman kisses a man like that and asks about the bedroom and starts taking off her clothes. I should say I know what that means when other men are involved. But this had never.