She trailed the finger up rubbing her clit as she went by up to her tummy. ’27’ she said as she wrote the number on her tummy. Her feet seemed to...be moving, then suddenly Tanyi had his cloth covered cock in her feet. She dipped the finger back into her inkwell again, taking the time to finger fuck herself with two strokes before she wrote in the middle of her breasts. ’36 C’ She intoned as she stroked his cock with her feet. Fuck! Now he was fucking her feet. He pushed himself into her feet. While they are fully covered and thus socially presentable at the moment, her blouse has been unbuttoned just enough to reveal an ample amount of cleavage. From my vantage point, I can see well down the top of her thin white blouse to see the upper edge of each cup of her lacy white low-cut bra – any lower and her succulent breasts would spill out with any slight movement. I so desperately want to slip a hand down her neck and inside her blouse. I want to feel a breast slowly rising from her. " That's all?" She pouted at him."As a father," Jack elaborated, "I should have burnt this thing. Unfortunately, it suits you... and as a man, I must say that you look extremely beautiful in it. Not that the dress has much to do with your beauty - you would look just as beautiful even if you weren't wearing any... I mean, it."Midge beamed at his praise, and even colored slightly at his indeliberate compliment that she was just as good-looking without 'any'thing, but she managed to push that. At first it was mainly odd jobs in the house, mending furniture and patching rotted boards and such, but then we went to the outbuildings and got down to some more serious sawing and building. I measured twice and cut once as I had been taught and missed few opportunities to chat up the women. Jean was the wife, a full-bodied, dark-haired hussy only about five feet high, and Georgia was the slim daughter with light brown hair and longer legs. Within a day or two they had both sized me up and.