He was still playing with her pussy, his fingers dripping with her juices. He leaned over and laid on top of her, She pulled his head towards her and...began in a lustful passion to kiss him again, his man tool began probing for her pussy, she grabbed his tool and helped it glide into her. As he did so she let out a slight moan of pleasure. He began to fuck her, slowly and passionately at first, she looked at him and said “ you’re not making love to me, im not you’re fucking lover, fuck me” He. He looked at my panty. I was wearing white string panty and it was wet, “Oh you are wet.” I tried to lift my skirt back to its position. Rajiv stopped my hands and came near to my face and kissed me. I tried to push him but he was strong and slowly I too started sucking his tongue. He lifted my skirt up, widen my legs and touched my pussy over the panty. I moan and said, “Rajiv, no, we shouldn’t be doing it.” He didn’t spoke anything, just go on rubbing my pussy and press my boobs. We stood and. As I became an adult I noticed how many men were captivated by my dangling shoes from my toes! I met lots of guys this way. In fact this is how I met my husband, he was attracted to my dangling shoes and stocking feet and he admitted it right off the bat. That’s why I married him. I admired his honesty and forthrightness. My husband and I lived a happy and fulfilled life, having and raising a son. And then it ended abruptly…when he was killed in a farming accident! Tommy was eleven then.. "Bad switch? Loose wire?" No, Don." She grinned. "That's not really it. I don't want you to fix my wiring. I want you to fix me." Excuse me?" he said."Let me make us a couple of drinks, and I'll explain," she said, leading him over to the couch.Don was looking puzzled when she joined him. He hardly noticed when she scooted up close to him, practically sitting in his lap. He sipped his drink and looked at her, waiting for an explanation. Joan wanted to giggle.She had a big surprise for her best.