“JANET, wake up, wake up,” “Janet are you OK,” John asked as he shook me.“Oh I must have dozed off sorry,” I replied in a sleepy state.“...y aunt told me you were in here and not feeling well,” “Come on let me take you home,” John said as he scooped me off the leather sofa. “No, I am OK you go back and enjoy yourself, with those girls hanging on you,” I replied smartly.John said, “Janet, I am not in the mood for that shit so just stop it,” “I said we were going home,” as he wrapped his arm. Cara released her lips and Heather continued to moan on before sliding off of me entirely. At that time, I wondered briefly if any neighbors had heard the screaming. I hoped that they tended to mind their business in that neighborhood.The next thing I knew, Cara was sliding off her shorts and panties. Then she scooted up on top of me.She made no comment, but slid her lightly fuzzy pussy right up against my face, just as Heather had done. I started by brushing my tongue against her lip and she. He was a little thicker also but not fat by any means. Alain was attracted to him as Bernard was very masculine, smoked cigars and was comfortable when surrounded with women. As we saw earlier, Bernard was in Vichy for the week. As soon as he entered the large hotel room and saw Bernard in a bathrobe sitting by himself in a corner of the room, Alain knew there was not going to be a party. Bernard was smoking a thin Brazilian cigar which he extinguished in the ashtray next to him when Alain. On the ground floor she walked with me to the spa and we kissed long and slow before she headed off for her run. I got to the yoga room in time to get my usual back row spot and as the others in the class filed in I took inventory of all of the beautiful pampered feet and toes. The next 45 minutes were filled with invigorating moving meditation while my mind was filled with fantasies of worshipping all sixteen feet and all eighty toes in the room at the same time. My foot fetish was in full.