As I massaged Alice's feet, she started to fall asleep. When I was sure she was sleeping, I lifted her right foot to my face and smelled it. It smelle... wonderful! I pressed my lips to her gorgeous foot and kissed the bottom from toe to heel and back. Alice stirred a little and went back to sleep. I did the same to her left foot, then put it back down in my lap. I was about to go to bed when Alice asked, "Do you like my feet?" I said "As a matter of fact, I do like your feet, they're beautiful.". Somehow Grace had figured it out all by herself, although it wasn't like I was hiding my crush very well. Sitting there with her thumb between my lips it was impossible not to feel my desires to submit to her deepen. She took her thumb back and her grin disappeared.''Portia, I asked you a question. Don't you think you'd better answer me? Hmm?'' Grace's voice broke my thoughts, she was commanding but playful and ended the statement by tapping my nose. I was blushing terribly.'' Yes, sorry... I. You know that bit of Kipling, 'the Elephant's Child' I think it is, where he talks about going down to 'the great grey-green, greasy Limpopo River'? I finally understood what he meant about greasy – there was no foam or energetic turbulence, just a sluggish, almost slow-motion, surface movement as the water from the Valleys headed slowly but unstoppably to the sea. Mind you, I've also watched the Taff in spate, very close to flooding over the football pitches and parkland, and that is quite a. I could feel my pussy lubricating. I was feeling distinctly 'big girl' talking like this."ANYBODY HOME?' Dad was at the top of the stairs. I jumped down and headed for the other end of the room, grasping for the ends of my bra straps."YEAH, DAD! IT'S BASEMENT CLEANING DAY! ALMOST DONE! CARLY'S DUSTING YOUR OFFICE NOW."I was grinning as I watched Mark pushing and prodding his hardon so it wasn't sticking out of his pants. He turned and grabbed a broom just as Dad started down the stairs."Where's.