I actually am shy though, probably because of the way people have mistakenly assumed a foot fetish was abnormal. How ironic that to keep something lik... that in most assuredly magnified my lascivious desire exponentially. In short; "We all want most what we can’t have. And teasing really is great part of the thrill. What is said, how they move, how each every one of my senses somehow is directed toward and subsequently fixated upon them. I love women..from the bottom up. This is why I put them. When I told her as much, she asked me if I was seeing any one. Told her I wasn't but that I'd been thinking of inviting her out to a local bar & grill kind of place and asked if she'd like to go. My gamble paid off and she said sure, she'd love to get out for a bit and talk with me. We made a date for a Thursday at 7.Thursday rolled around and I drove her over to the bar & grill restaurant. She told me when we got a table that she'd been more of a eat at home kind of person since she liked to. “Damn I love the way her throat expands when I shove my cock down her throat.”“Hurry the fuck up guys we want our turn too. Maybe one of us should grab some beer from the kitchen fridge and take it downstairs before someone gets suspicious were not doing anything up here.” Frank said. “I’ll head down with a case and be back soon. I don’t want to miss any of the action. It’s almost as much fun to watch the fucking slut perform as much as actually fucking her.”I could see Frank pulling his. I watched her grasp the bishop’s dick with both hands and firmly place it in position behind Rebecca’s sphincter using her fingers to create a breach in the defensive muscle that protected my sister’s alleged anal virginity.My sister continued her ruse of pretended reluctance, and she moved her heart shaped bottom in every direction to escape impalement. She slowly reduced her resistance allowing the mischievous granddaughter to push his shaft inside my sister’s lubricated anus humping as hard.