You sit down and I am on my knees, at your feet. I stare at your skinny, bony feet, moist and bruised after a long day. I kiss them gently, licking th... slick leather. I can't get enough of that moist pantyhose odor. I take off your heels and massage your feet playing with each sexy toe, bringing them close to my nose and breathing in deep, pressing my lips against your warm little toes. I rub your hot feet against my neck down to my chest, feeling the smooth pantyhose against my nipples,. “Um...” said Luthor, trying to figure out the right answer. “Once.”“Just once?” She sounded disappointed.“Maybe several times,” he admitted.“What am I doing in the dreams?” she asked.“I can’t tell you that!” he squeaked. “You’ll hit me with a stick!”“Come on, Luthor, I promise not to hit you,” she promised.“Really?” he begged. “You promise ... for sure?”“I promise,” she said firmly.“Well...” he paused, getting up his courage. “After ... after I saw them,” he looked at her chest and then jerked. She was very picky she needed some kind of connection to them on more than a physical level sure they had to look the part but she wanted a personality to go with it. One of my work buddies was transferring out of state and he had chemistry with her and worked out like a mad man. Part of me feels when she suggested it she wanted to see if I would do it and how much power she wielded. I approached him about a dinner before he left he agreed when he came over my wife answered the door and was. She also nodded.She grabbed a small purse and we left the apartment smiling happily. Rachel was wearing shorts, sneakers and a pull-over blouse. I was dressed similarly. I said, “Why don’t we go somewhere where we can walk. We’re dressed for that.”She nodded and we got in my truck. We went up to the square and walked around again. It was peaceful and we enjoyed our time. There were restaurants around the square and we ate lunch in one. We left there and went to a park and walked it for a while..