Don wasslight and small whereas Freddy played rugby and was six feet tall and185 pounds. He could make Don do anything but what was he going to do?The...most important thing was his sister's clothes. Freddy dropped Don'sclothes behind a bush and went into the alleyway. Don heard a sound andlooked up. His eyes widened in alarm."Err ... Um.. Freddy this isn't what it looks like." It looks good to me," said Freddy"What do you mean?" said the unhappy Don."I stole your clothes to get back at you for. “I’m a little drunk you know?” I told her that I could tell but she wasn’t sloppy drunk so it was ok. Then she hit me with a question that shocked the shit out of me, she asked “So do you have a foot fetish or something?” I could believe that she would so blatantly a boldly ask a question like that after knowing me for less than 10 minutes but hoping that it would help my case rather than hurt it I said “Yes I do and yours are the nicest that I’ve seen by far.” She smiled and said “Thank you. She loves when I do that. I pulled her arms up, sniffed her armpits and sucked on the tiny little hair she had there. The salt taste felt heavenly to me.I then went to her belly button and sucked on it, licking it and tickling her in the process. She couldn’t take it anymore and pushed my head down to her pussy which was already wet with the foreplay. I gently massaged her pussy before pushing my finger in. She let out a light scream as she enjoyed the sensation.I continued me in-out motion for. —I knock on the door of your room, my heart in my mouth, trembling.You open the door. We stand there, just looking at each other, for a few seconds. “Hello, Howard.” You’re wearing a robe, but I can see a hint of something beneath it – something interesting. It jingles.“Hello, Shirley. You’re even more beautiful than I expected.”You blush. “Come in,” you say, your voice quivering just a trifle. You’re barefoot, and I see that you’ve removed the polish from your toes – for me, I know. For me. My.