? ?I think in my last lifetime I was a Chinese nobleman who had a harem of women with? ‘?lotus?’ ?feet.? ?I know that in real life such girls had ...heir feet painfully bound and sometimes broken to achieve the desired look.? ?That part has nothing to do with my fetish.? ?I lust after healthy feet and shoes.? ?Even so,? ?it’s a puzzle.? ?A Freudian would make some glib remark about the toes being phallic.? ?Wrong?! ?It’s about the toes being? ?clitoral that’s so damn exciting.? ?I also have a. It had to be someone I could trust, someone safe, and someone "hung". There were plenty of guys at work that would love to get their dick in Jeri, but there's the old saying about "don't shit in you own backyard" that made co-workers out of the question. So what to do?It was about this time that an old friend from my high school days called to say he was back in town and would like to get together and renew our friendship. I didn't put the two situations together at first, but when Mel and I. It really sunk in to me, just now, what the both of you have been talking about. We don’t have time now, but ... when we get back to the house, I’d like to be alone for a while, if you don’t mind.”Harry reached over, squeezed my shoulder. “I understand, Cal. You’ve not taken time to grieve. I ... I can’t know what you’re feeling inside, but I’ll be here for you, later, if you need me.” He sighed. “Unfortunately, you’re also right. We don’t have time, now. Welcome to the home of the Salthawks,. “Mary Kate? What’s your bra doing on the ground?” her dad asked in a stern voice.Fuck my life. I had no idea how we were getting out of this one. Her father was an ex-detective, and he was no dumbo. The pink bra was right where it dropped when I exposed her tits, inches away from where I was standing. “Oh that’s Jenna’s bra dad, from the last time she slept over. Here I’ll take it.”“Ah-ah-aah, wait just a second young lady. If this is Jenna’s, then where is yours?”“Dad, I’m not gonna show.