No, just an enjoyer of the female body in its entirety. I'm not sure it's really a fetish anyway. Nobody talks about the breast-fetish or the hair-fet...sh, 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 lovely stockinged feet walking through life unnoticed, unworshipped, unawakened..."In any case," she said. "I haven't. While removing her sari I had to turn her around so now her ass was facing me.I held her from behind my dick hard as a rock now pressed against her ass while I continued pressing those big boobs. Then I knelt down and with my hands on her waist I madly kissed her big ass through the pavadai. Then I removed the pavadai strings and she was only in blouse and a white panty. Now I was kissing her bare ass cheeks wildly. Her butt was extremely hard and tight because of all the hard work she used to. "I want you to have these, to think about me when we can't be together." "Does this mean you have no panties on right now?" I nodded my head, smiled, and asked if he wanted to see. Dave made a strange gurgling noise and grinned. "I'll take that as a yes." I hiked up my pink skirt just enough to show him my now uncovered bush, and a hint of my black garter belt above it. I told him I'd had a fantasy for over 20 years to be taken on a beach, right where surf meets sand, as the waves gently lap at. She was fighting the force in her body as she wanted to reward him by sucking his cock as hard as she could. When she pushed his foreskin back and had him in her mouth he started fucking her face. Her head started throbbing as she was gagged on his cock and her contractions closed around his fucking fingers. He fucked her mouth but knew he wouldn’t get rock hard again but enjoyed the feeling. To his surprise she kept sucking through her ordeal and taking every deep pounding. She wanted him to.