Her feet are no different. The perfect foot to me has high arches, straight toes, wrinkled soles, and smooth skin. I have always had fantasies about w...rshipping a lovely pair of feet and receiving a footjob from them. The main fantasy I wish to live out begins with my woman (or any woman for that fact) coming home after being on her feet for an extensive period of time. Her feet ache and may be sweaty from the shoes she was wearing. She sits down, kicks off her shoes, then lays her feet across. How in the hell did someone live without books? I growled in frustration and thought about turning on the television, except, I really didn't like watching TV, even when I wasn't already crawling out of my skin. I started to pace, but realizing that Noelle could probably hear me irritated me even more. I ended up curled up in a corner of my closet, sitting on my hands so I wouldn't put my fist through a wall.That's where Evan found me.He stood in the door of my closet. I lifted a lip and. Worst case scenario, you hate it and just don't climax for twenty-four hours and go back to being the guy you were now. If you wanted to try out the experience for longer, you could just cum and get another 24 hours in your feminine body.With that, the pill passed your lips. The glass was lifted up. You swallowed, ready for the adventure that was coming your way.Nothing happened.You reached up to feel your face, your stubble covered face, and felt cheated. You had worked yourself up to this. I sat motionless on his lap, trying to let my ass adjust to the monster pole buried deep inside it, but he wasn't having any of that. He lifted me up off his lap, and began fucking me from below with long slow powerful strokes, as my ass fought to loosen up to allow that cock to slide in and out without pain. It seemed to take forever, but I finally began to feel my hips instinctively fuck back to match his strokes and the pain eased and became intense pleasure as that cock continued to find.