Rene's dad worked at one of the many gas stations in town. In those days that would have been equivelant to flipping burgers in a fast food joint. Low...pay and no future. He worked the four to midnight shift except Tuesday and Wednesdays. His days off. When I took Rene home after our frequent dates, he was usually drunk and wanted to talk my ears off. He was a big guy and dominated his family. Me too. I was scared to death of him.I usually took Rene out on Friday and Saturday nights to the. He knew what he was doing. I’m the recipient of his experience and I loved every second, every inch of it.I briefly returned back to my memory of the blowjob in the pool shed several years back. Which blowjob was/is better? I think the word “is” is the key word. I didn't need to know the definition of the word “is”, unlike one of the past presidents. I think any current blowjob IS going to be the best one. It always is.Enough. I couldn’t wait any longer. I did give the complementary warning.. I’m sure you will like it.”Pam glanced at me, and I just nodded my head. She lowered her skirt and removed her top standing there blushing, clad only in her black thigh highs.“Get on the table,” Adriana instructed. “I hope you don’t mind if I also get comfortable, it can get hot in this room, and I hate AC.”I saw Pam lick her lips and smile. “No, I don’t mind, and Chris has already seen you comfortable,” she said with a giggle.Adriana removed her dress and reaching behind her unclasped her lacy. Actually, I was very horny.Her feet had made me crazy.Probably, I would come as soon as she touches her foot to my dick.But, she was aware of nothing.With a nervous face expression; yes uncle..let's complete that foot expert work.I showed my legs and..Gizem, could you put your shoes on my pants?Just shoes or shall I take them off?No, no ..don't take your shoes off.She checked around.And, she put first her left foot.Later, she put right foot on my pants.Her feet are really big.Very big for her.