"How can you stand them," Robin complained as she scratched her legs."They're so itchy." They make my legs and feet look so sexy." Jen said as she lay...on herbed with her knees bent and ankles crossed while she wrote in herdiary."At least their not as bad as those shoes," Robin muttered as sherubbed her feet while turning on the television in their room to a showabout time travel. "I wish my feet would have out grown those churchshoes so I could have given them to you."The next day, Jennifer was. I tugged and pulled at the cuff of her slenderness, Her jeans yielded with giggles of youthfulness, And released the scent of her womanliness, Her panties slipped off with wet sultriness. Her knees bent with long feet on the sheets, She spread her lanky, shapely legs wide, And watched me bow on my elbows before her, Her chin to her chest and her eyes to mine with anticipation, A field of golden wheat was before my sight, Sodden with the scent of harvest, Dew hot, rich and thick, Wet. It looked like a Playboy convention. Some of the outfits were so incredibly sexy; they even made my wife's costume look tame. One girl was dressed as Wonder Woman in a costume so thin you could see the outline of long hard nipples pressing against the thin material. My favorite thing about her costume was it was so tight you could see the material pressing up her pussy and that she was definitely shaved. One of my favorite costumes was a pirate, worn by a girl with huge breasts that kept trying. The memory of that night aroused me, not that it takes much. I feel his cock swell in my mouth and know he is thinking something, either reliving the moment or something else. She opens her legs a little more and I respond by driving my two fingers deeper and my thumb on her clit. Soon, both are breathing heavier and soft sighs and moans cascade down over me.Then, his cock springs to full erection in my mouth and I know something is coming. He is thinking something.“Since that night … the.