The scent of my moms feet, was up there with Karen's feet. I looked down at her hosed foot. My god it looked so beautiful. And her toenails were pink....I never seen my mom with any type of pink before. I pulled my pantyhose down to free my tiny dick. I started stroking it, and touched her hosed foot. And they felt worm and a bit moist from being in heels. I kneeled down at the end of the bed and leaned over to reach her hosed foot with my nose. And went in for a sniff. Smelled even better than. We have a huge dairy operation and we would take good care of you.” I thought this was nuts, sell my milk to make the money? She had used a milking machine on me and it wasn't so bad. I actually enjoyed it when the pressure in my breasts got to be too much. “OK, I will do it” I said. He slapped his thighs and stood up and said, “That's great, I will make all the preparation for you to go into production. The doc will be in here in a moment to talk to you.” He turned to leave the room but. Then my Dad retired. He bought a small piece of land in Georgia, leaving me this house."I had just been making small talk, but it didn't seem to be helping the situation any. Mostly I was trying to distract myself from the massive heartbreak I was feeling. It was honestly worse than any of the pain Qasim and his men had inflicted on me."That first year," she said and then stopped.We continued to sit in silence for several moments, until she continued, "That first year was really hard. I almost. That was the best possible chance of eluding them for the requisite two hours and this boy had caught her in less than half an hour!When the riders came round the corner out of the woodland in answer to Ramzy El-Najjar's cry of "View," they were met by a scene of some amusement. An experienced quarry was lying stock still and a very embarrassed young hunter was standing over her with his foot raised, obviously too nervous to put his foot actually down on her chest. The tag on her suit was still.