We wrestled in each other's mouths as our hands searched each other's bodies. I loved kissing this girl. Her mouth was warm and sweet and I didn't wan... to stop kissing her. She sat up, never breaking the kiss, and tugged at my shirt. Then, she slid her hands underneath and grabbed my tits through my bra. She massaged them between her hands. I let out a moan, but it was muffled by her mouth. Then, she lifted my shirt up and I had no choice but to break the kiss so she could pull it over my head.. Brie decides that there is nothing she can do and walks towards the table. She is wearing a beautiful white dress and high heel shoes. Although she is wearing no bra underneath, the dress is quite decent and does not show any unnecessary skin. She doesn't want to be one of those actresses who expose their legs or cleavage in public events. "I am an excellent actress, a true artist. And I am not going to show my body for perverts to masturbate looking at it. Especially male perverts... Gosh, I. When I was young I always had a slight obsession with womens feet, I would sit around or by feet and if we had any visitors I'd sneak into the hallway and smell their shoes. The step mum in question was an Italian BBW in her 50's. Despite age she'd always glam her appearance up wearing make-up, jewellery and heels on a day to day basis. Her hair was black and frizzy, her lipstick always rouge and as you can imagine from her nationality her skin was naturally tanned. Her feet were not what most. For a brief moment, I felt uncomfortable, when I realised that I had been staring at her. However, she was staring back at me with an exploring look on her face that quickly transformed into a shy, but at the same time cheeky, smile as she lifted her glass to take another sip from her drink.C'mon, she's just teasing you, she can't possibly be interested in a 34-year-old, average-looking guy like you, whispered my inner voice. However, the heat, the lager and the rapidly-growing bulge in my.