Finding the bedroom door open I stepped in and was about to ask about the book but found the room was empty. Hearing some noise from the bathroom I st...pped through the open door and froze.Hearing the sound of the shower for the first time, I realized they both were in the shower together, and looking though the glass door I saw Donna, pressed up against the glass as Mike obviously was pummeling her from behind. Telling myself I should leave, I simply stared at the way her breasts pressed. She was also the first girl I really got to indulge in my foot fetish, her feet were just fucking divine. Defined arches with the wrinkled soles of a mature women even at 19 years old, and her toes were always painted for me. We fucked like jack rabbits, she absolutely loved to get dicked down and would go crazy with passion. One day after a house party in my back yard , we went straight to my room heavily lusting off one another. I was eager this time to get her to wear heels while I fucked. Two fingers in unison, sliding back and forth, front to back smoothly and luxuriously. My groin leaps forward to my hand, wanting it to take the final dive that will drive me over the edge.I cup my breast with my left hand, my thumb slowly flicking my nipple as the wind keeps it rock hard. I enter myself. Both fingers filling and stretching gently. I moan, louder this time. I plunge my fingers in and out, my thumb stretching up to my clitoris, creating double layers of pleasure. I pause. How did I do?" I think I'm going to have to meet your mother."I looked at Brad now that Brittney and I had introduced ourselves. "Hi Brad, this is a surprise. How did you arrange this?" I didn't think I apologized to Sandy enough, so I came down here looking for her with some flowers. I didn't even know her name, but everyone knew 'The O'Hara.' After that, when I explained that we had fought at the dance, someone went and found her for me. She had broken up with her boyfriend so I asked her.