I want to tell you a different type of story to you, which happen in a train travel. I was traveling with my aunt once. This “feet loving” is a ma... thing, but when I explore the internet there are millions of people involved with this loving. I am lover of women’s feet when I was very young. Since now I touched, kiss and fucked feet of many female. If you like please contact me on email. We were going on train. We were in a Cabin of four people to sleep. During the travel I played with cards. The shoes were my sisters, a pair of red heels only two inches high. My feet slid into them and to my surprise they fit! "Let's go into my room and I'll do your hair and makeup." I knew how mom did hair, my sister complained about it all of the time, so I asked her if Janet could do it instead. "After all mom, she's my age, and has a better handle on the current styles." With a nod of her head I called Janet and within minutes she was at my house. She took one look at me, smiled, and went right. " Are you inviting me to your place, snow bunny?"Jill grimaced and pulled her robe back over her more thoroughly. "Ramone, I don't like that term." That's not a no, Jill," he said. "And after what Carlos said--"Jill's head snapped up to watch Ramone's face. "What exactly did Carlos say we did?"Ramone, who had been slightly leaning forward, pulled his torso away from Jill as if he expected her to strike him. "You came over and stayed the night." Ramone swallowed before continuing. "He said. .. the hallowed feast found my ankles, my lower leg as hot saliva left it's torrid path. Cupping my fleshy thigh, Cindi's mouth violently devoured my chubby limb as if she suddenly went mad... frantic for deliverance... desperate for any nourishment I was willing to provide her with. Mouth agape and eyes closed, Cindi lunged forward with struggling fervor as my hairless vagina was taken hostage. I took in a long, winded breath as my entire body fractured in initial rapture. With the site of her.