Those intuition voices were yelling in my head, but the physical pleasure was no match.My toes clenched up and my hands began to caress her head. The ...ery end of her tongue pressed up right against my cock hole and brushing up and down in slow paces.My left hand jumped off her head and hit the wall. "Holy shit."Both of my hands reached over to the shower curtain bar and squeezed it. Her lips rubbed against my cock as she backed up. My cock remained in her mouth though as her eyes met mine once. ”I had often wondered how I had become so lucky. I didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth so I just accepted the fact.An hour later Bethany tapped on my bedroom door and opened it. She said, “Mom took Dad out to dinner and a movie so we have all night if we want it.”She was absolutely naked. She had a little peach fuzz on her pubic mount. She was also wearing a short bridal veil, glass slippers, and a pearl necklace.Bethany said, “Mom fixed my hair into a bun and let me wear one of her. I was 20 yrs old that time and we had a maid called ketkiben coming to our house for cleaning, doing vessels and washing clothes, she has a daughter called Hansa who was 18 years old. She was dark and short, slim waist and heavy breasts, she loved to wear those cheap jewelry and make up that gave her a horny look. It all started one day when I was just out from the shower and changing clothes and my window was open as there is nothing behind, except a tree and I saw hansa sitting under the tree. Although it was not truly serious I felt really badly and desired to rub it to ease the pain. Sandy would not even allow that to happen, but I decided to remove my shoes to prevent a recurrence. Why it took me so long to realize that I could stroke her feet with mine I will never know. Sandy readily accepted this because no one could see. So now as we talked of sweet nothings I relieved my passions with gentle and erotic fondling of her feet. Oh, if the office only knew what was going on. But.