Least we can do.”My first reaction to his buffing between my toes was a tickle response, but the moist heat felt so good, I closed my eyes and lied ...ack. Kobal came in, dropped a folding seat near me, and massaged my calf. He said my shoe was drying so I should just relax and let them help me enjoy something special as their thanks. He echoed that was the least they could do for me. Sam raised my leg and applied another warmed, moist heat to my cleaned toes. It felt comforting, even arousing. It may have been a one off where he was merely trying to show us how to kiss" she replied.But I thought he would want to kiss her again. After all, she was so lovely and now I knew how good she could kiss, he would surely want to experience that again.How did I feel about it though? Was I happy to watch while another man, albeit older and wiser, was kissing my girl and fondling her breasts? Strangely it didn't seem to upset me at all and I didn't feel jealous, just grateful.We spent over an. All across the top of the vanity were bottles of all sorts of stuff, just like on my Mom’s vanity. I had no idea what was in them, I assumed they were all perfume.“Well I think we should let it grow out a bit, but we need to shape it up a bit. I was looking at my slip and I could see the bra through the fabric of the slip. Both of them had a luster to them that I found pleasing in a strange way. I had never really thought about such things before this moment.There was a sudden flash of dark. "Fucking hot already!" she cries, "And I'm on a fucking late shift! What are you two up to today?"You had to forgive Linda her profligate swearing; she's from Wigan you see.Linda was as dark as Yvette was fair with pageboy bobbed hair and brown eyes. She had a generous full-lipped mouth and a retrousse nose. Where Yvette was pert and athletic, Linda was full, lush curves, her arse, in particular, was a magnificent "booty" decades before the term was coined. Her skin was a rich, almost.