I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts and Sal had on a halter top and shorts. It was a bright warm day. As we talked Sal got teary eyed and began to cry....I went to her and put an arm around her and told her not to worry as I knew he loved her. I told her to be more open, dress sexy, show off her tits. Don't wear a bra." She smiled and said "Do you think I can be sexy? Will you show me?" I told her "of course. Lets go to my room and I will fit you in some sexy lingerie to use on him tonight." We. ? ?Can you walk?? George asked as he helped her to her feet. As shetried to flatten her feet, they both collapsed on the bench. ?No, I don?t think so.? Donna finally said. ?I think you should bemore concerned about yourself. Or haven?t you noticed your ownfeet???What do you mean?? ?Stand up and see for yourself.? Donna said as George stood upand noticed that not only were his feet were arched like hers, buthis toes were fused together. As hard as he tried, he couldn?twiggle them. ?You don?t. His steel grey eyes travelled over the scene, drinking in the vista from his vantage point in the middle of the road that lead down hill to the gate and abruptly stopped in a broad sweep of tarmac and grass verge. Peaceful, lonely even, isolated in the fold of the two hills that bent the wind to its will, forcing it up the valley, no matter the direction of the prevailing weather. The cottage sat in splendid, starkness, always seeming out of place in the wilderness of the fields like a bright. She let him touch her tits over the bra. Good sign. Ben was just starting to get his finger up around the bra clasp so he could show off his two finger quick release technique, when she crossed her arms and grabbed her top and pulled it off!“Are we going to fuck?” She asked.“Uhh…damn…I sure as hell hope so.” Ben said, unsure how to respond to this sudden aggressiveness.“Good, because my sister says you are a terrific fuck.”“Really? Who is your sister?”The cheerleader grinned and rolled her.