They were majorly sweat tinged and they also smelled stinky, which to a female foot loving boy like me, is more like a wonderful fragrance rather than...an odor. The smell of her feet really aroused me as I continued to lick her soles.The more I licked, the more salty the taste. I wanted to make sure to lick up everywhere on her soles to make sure all of the sweat on them was cleaned off.Cinderella started giggling because the feeling of my tongue licking her feet was tickling her wonderfully.. Smokes drifts slowly from her open lips, parted only enough to allow the cigarette to dangle from her mouth. Her hands are otherwise occupied, turning that silver package over and over onto itself. Her mind races as the ember devours her last hope to retain sanity.The second drag is quick, and she allows the smoke to drift slightly from her lips before whipping it back into her lungs; she exhales through her nose gracefully, allowing the smoke to leave her in two strong streams. She starts. So, things were starting slowly, but with a large dose of passion. I had a sneaky suspicion that I had a wild woman on my hands, so I had better be prepared to hold on for the ride once we got started.The hot tub was getting to be uncomfortable and we were both turning into prunes before we decided it was time to vacate and move on. She backed away from my lap and stood and I stood just in front of her. We both laughed as we looked at our hands, which were definitely prunes, but we embraced for. Foolish, I know — but such were the thoughts of many silly young girls back then. You see, sex education was something that was still thirty years away. The simple truth was that I had very little idea of what sex really was. Sure, I knew what kissing was and I knew where babies came from. But, as for the specifics, it was all a mystery to me. The extent of my sexual experimentation consisted of an afternoon when I was fifteen years old. That was the day when my closest friend, Laura Wilson,.