"I was about to voice my agreement on Bambi's superlative skills, when Jolene said, "You're right about that! She just about made me cum from kissing ...er. I thought I was in heaven the whole time."Bambi blushed a very rosy color from hearing all the compliments. It looked like she was being nominated for Belle of the Ball at a party that she had wandered into by accident.I told her, "See what happens when you let your hair down, relax, and just be yourself?" The 'be yourself' comment was. .. quite a long while. Then I couldn't resist picking her up and twirling her round ... and kissing her again.We walked together back to Longshaw Lodge, holding hands once more, and had Earl Grey tea and Longshaw Tart ... don't ask me for the recipe which is a local secret, but it's rather like Bakewell tart to taste.We left in time to catch the bus back to Sheffield; called in at Rossington Road and collected Helen's case again, but this time we walked back, hand in hand. We did have a hot. " This wastaking a turn I hadn't really thought much about, but I had said earlierthat without knowing what the future held I wanted to experience it all.Martin was making sure of it. I stuck out my tongue and licked hisoffered ass."Oooo, yeah. Tongue-fuck my hole, baby. Stick your tongue inside meand eat my ass, you nasty sissy slut." As he sat on my face and I atehis ass, he reached down and stroked my cock--it was rock hard andoozing pre-cum. Being a nasty ass-licking sissy slut seemed. "She's been on her feet, and in those heels for a while now," I told him. He gave me a knowing smile, and I could tell he was excited. My wife shyly declined. "I give really great foot rubs," he assured her while boldly reaching down to firmly grab her right ankle to pull her foot up, and onto his lap. My wife kept her foot right where he had placed it. Feeling emboldened, he slowly undid the buckle on her heel, and slid her shoe off. My wife let out a little moan of approval. She seemed happy.