Martin, 'why are you still wairing your football socks from this morning, they must be a bit sweaty by now'. Martin replied, 'I like the feel of them ...ulled up my legs, like stockings'. I asked 'do you like sweaty socks' Martin replied by taking my shoe and undoing the laces. He put my shoe up against his nose and sniffed. I then kicked off my other shoe and shoved both my white sports socks onto Martins face. I grabbed his shoes and licked at the leather before taking them off and sniffing. Her long shapely legs highlighted by the red Patton leather stilettos.Grace too looked gorgeous but unattainable in a short skirt and white blouse that hugged her budding breasts and showed the sweet lace bra that cupped them so elegantly. Bruce was overwhelmed by the eye candy these two provided, dressed in a business suit he was alone with two beautiful women. He relaxed a bit during the dinner that Melissa had prepared and talked animatedly to Grace about her plans for university and about. Parker lets out a deeper groan. I knew what I was doin—any man gonna get harder when something enters his hole. I gave him a couple of quick hard jabs, then asked if he would like to hit that ass. Parker spreads a wide shit-eatin grin, and just says “oh fuck ya”.I order Reeves to turn around, and grab the floor with his hands. Ass in the air, I take the same finger and plunge it into Reeves tite jock hole. He lets out a loud moan---prolly his first time. Lucky Parker—he's about to get some. She hoped George wouldn't start snoring like he had the previous two nights. Maybe it wouldn't matter; she didn't know if she would be able to sleep anyway. She couldn't get the thought of silently flirting with her son out of her head. Had she imagined it? Every time she pictured his beautiful eyes taking her in while he sat by the campfire she shuddered inside. She couldn't decide if it was a good shudder or a bad shudder. She missed him terribly and wished they could have gotten to be alone.