I moved his hand and held his hard cock. He then took his socked feet and rubbed my face. I was riding him slow and easy, in further with each thrus.... Grabbing his left leg, I guided his navy gold toe socked to my mouth and placed his gold toes in my mouth. The aroma of his leather clad socked feet intoxicate me even further and my thrusts became faster. He gasped then moaned very loudly. Licking the sole his left foot, I took his other leg and did the same with his right foot. Looking. The nagging from somewhere in my mind remained.At dinner, my mind returned to thoughts of sex. For some reason, I was reminded of the way Woody Allen described it. When the then young comedian was asked if sex was dirty, he famously replied, "Yes - if you do it right!" This was of course years before his step-daughter marriage scandal.I asked Jenny about getting together with Sal again; maybe next Saturday. "That won't be possible," she said. "Sal is going on a ten-day holiday starting. My job was very stress related, and I was turning to dressup as a formof relief from the pressures associated with the job. My constantdemands for newer experiences while dressed up had finally gotten mywife's goat. On a Friday afternoon when I got home from work, I haddiscovered that the kids had been taken to a all night baby-sitter, andthat my wife had done some "special shopping" for her sissy husband! Iwas informed that we were going to take a small trip up the coast to LosAngeles and we. I need...”“Shh. You don’t have to talk, my love.”“But I want to.” I reached under the pillow and pulled out a sheet of paper I’d prepared. “I know words. I know them, Morgan, but I can’t make my mouth say them. It’s so frustrating. I know it looks stupid and canned to listen to me read this to you, but I need you to know. I need it. I love you, Morgan le Fay. Our mother told me you were the source of all the good ideas in my life, and I believe her. I have known you took care of me and could.