Lips touched her calves, sliding down towards her ankles… gently he raised her foot to his lips, kissing first one toe and then he other, slowly, ge...tly, savoring each before drawing it into his mouth… softly he sucked and kissed each in turn…then moving to the arch of her foot and back to her toes again… a tiny moan of pleasure escaped her and her hand slid down gently to caress her mound.He moved forward, moving his mouth slowly up her leg, tasting each inch of her calf,,, brushing the backs. * * * * * * * * Take back that sad word good-bye Bring back the joy to my life Don’t leave me here with these tears Come and kiss that pain away * * * * * * * * Fern had moved out a week later, not able to bear the thought of living with Ron anymore. Divorce papers had arrived a while later, and she signed them without even giving them a second glance. The fact that Mandy was her best friend made the pain of her betrayal even more poignant. She remembered the times Ron and Mandy had gone out. )but not Her cleavage. The blouse – micro-minidress – was so short I could see all Her stocking-tops and lovely legginess, and She started to walk down the stairs. It felt like pressure was building in my head so that it might explode at any minute, and I was literally seeing red, my face so flushed I was sure She would notice. It was like a delayed reaction, feeling a violent pumping down below and then wave after wave after wave of ecstasy washing over me, minutes after it actually started. While we all socialized together it was clear that at times the Japanese guys would all go off and do stuff together: drinking, karaoke and the like. My Japanese improved to almost complete fluency and I felt like a valued member of the team.One or two of the women would complain that sometimes the Japanese men would hit on them, especially after a few drinks but I never had any bad experiences. I wondered why; I am pretty enough, brunette, good figure, not so tall that I would tower over.