She liked it cause she liked foot massages she said. Then I finally worked up the courage to ask her....." can I massage your feet with my dick?" I as...ed. She thought I was playing at first, laughing and giggling. "Seriously?" She asks....I told her yes..dead serious. "Go ahead, I don't care...I just thought you were k**ding" she says. Man oh man! Her soles felt ever better than they looked. I rubbed my dick on her soles for a good 35 minutes before asking if I could put some baby oil on them.. The only space big enough for the Dutchman was in a field next to the parking lot. "System. Come round to 217 degrees for another 87 feet. Then center, stabilize and land."Diane and the crowd from the regular lunch table watched from a sheltered spot as the Flying Dutchman flew down the alleyway between the restaurant and some building nobody's used for months. They watched as it seemed to adjust it's position slightly and settle down like something out of a classic alien invasion movie.Lucy. Looking upon this youthful face of a woman almost coming to blossom into full womanhood, her eyes closed and the sweet sounds of moans and deep breathes seeping from between those ruby red lips of hers. I felt entranced by her presence and the sounds she made, it almost felt like she was a beautiful mermaid calling the vessels towards their impending doom of being captured by not only her beauty, but touch.The sight of all this had caused my cock to grow hard, just like before when I'd caught. “Explains why this dress is riding up so badly.” As she spoke, she slid Marta’s dress up in the back, exposing her legs and ass.Jake chuckled. “What about the other one?”“We’ll give her a minute,” Petra replied, giving him the signal to start time again.Again, Marta didn’t notice anything was amiss at first. She kept moving to the music, angling at her waist to grind her now bare ass against her new friend’s hardened bulge. It wasn’t until he moved his hands to her hips that they both seemed to.