The glistening emerald eyestared into her face. She felt a ripple of amusement from the jikra, puzzledat feeling the emotion, not like she was feeling...it herself, but feeling anawareness of it. "Yes, I am." She smiled at Amy and turned to face the jikra again, intrigued.She'd heard that the jikra were intelligent, in the early iron age as far asmost of their technology was concerned, but their medicine and biochemistrywas years beyond human technology. "The camp is down this path, and the lake. “Come on in, be a good boy and put all the dirty washing in the basket. Do you think Ann is pretty? Would you like to put your pathetic dick in her? Will you last longer than 10 seconds or will you need to use the strap on?” was the humiliating questions that got asked of me. I walked in and was shocked but excited to see both of them were in the bath together. I could not take my eyes from Ann’s tits and glanced at her bush. My Bonner was sticking up and I could feel a wet patch in my. She was doing it well. With half nude in white saree she was just looking too good. After sometime I lifted her and removed her saree to which she rolled and got pushed to wall.We were in passionate mood and we were crushed in each other on the wall. Our mouths were exchanging saliva and kisses all around shoulder neck cleavage on boobs.She was standing in her panty and me in my jeans with dick out… We were into a single breath & then the door opened. It was her hubby he just passes the smile. And every afternoon when she would return home, I would just stare at her feet fantasizing about what I would love to do with them.I spent many a night digging into the laundry basket looking for one of her used pairs to masturbate with as I drifted off to sleep. I was fortunate to have my own bedroom so my other siblings never knew what I was up to.Today I am forty-two, married with kids, but my fetish for hose and feet has not waned in the least. My mother, who is now sixty-eight, still.