. What did Thoreau say? ‘Lives of quiet desperation.’ That’s not us.This school fascination? You don’t need it. How many times were you in sch...ol and just wishing you could be somewhere, anywhere else?”She shrinks and shrugs. But the answer was ‘often’.“Exactly. Why go back when you don’t have to? All of these rules don’t apply to us. Deep down inside, you, the real you has been clamoring to get out. Now you’re becoming a woman, and the woman you are wants to live. She wants to breathe life and. I realized at one point that I was rocking her in my arms and cooing to her as if she were a baby.She may have been conscious long before I realized it, but it surprised me when she croaked, “You came back?”Her voice was very scratchy and weak. She may have spent a lot of energy screaming at me after I left. I was feeling a little guilty at having left her to certain death, but had been unable to cope with her abrasiveness. She seemed like such a completely different person now that she wasn’t. I mentioned the swingers clubs again and said that it would be a real shame if we didn’t at least go and have a look, if we lost our nerve when we got there then we could chalk it up as a lesson learned but if we didn’t go we might regret not trying it. We wouldn’t have to do anything we didn’t want to after all. As we were talking I was stroking her thigh and do to the nature of her wraparound style dress it was fairly easy for my to work my way up toward her pussy. I began to sense that the. I moaned because it felt so good. Her soft touch kept flailing my dick left and right.Sarah then exclaimed and giggled, "Not like that."She giggled some more, grabbed her feet, put them in a sole footjob position, and I helped her slide her feet up and down my shaft! At this point I didn't know what to do. I was so damn shocked, horny, and so amazed at the same time. I just laid there and enjoyed every mintue of it. Then I saw Sarahs feet come over my face."Breath through my toes," she said..