I looked back down at Molly and knew it wouldn't be long before I couldn't hold back anymore."Suck on it, like you would on a popsicle", I told Molly ...nd she once again obeyed. I found out later that her mother had told her to do whatever I said. So she took the tip in her mouth and began sucking. "Take it further in your mouth and run your tongue over it while you slide your head back and forth", I told her and she did exactly as I said.I moaned loudly, knowing that I couldn't hold it back any. Her screams of pleasure drowned out those low moans that Helen uttered. Helen was indeed as beautiful as his wife... having the same full breasts and long legs and nicely rounded rear ends. Helen had dressed herself in a black, satin corset with seamed stockings; Covering little and framing everything. They were both as intoxicating as a fine Kentucky whiskey: dusky and smooth and sensual.Derek smiled as he crept over to his wife, scissors in hand. With a quick snip, he cut the string attached. He picked her up suddenly and carried her out of the bathroom and into his living room, where he plopped her on his sofa. She stared at him warily. Spread your legs, he told her. She obeyed him. Then, Ray leaned forward and began to eat her out. Surprised, Leah let out a small moan and then suppressed it. Ray smiled to himself as he licked and sucked her clit. Soon, against her will, she was dripping wet and flushed, her eyes glassy as she glared at him. He pressed inside of her again. This. "In fact Miss, I'd often produce great sighs of relaxation from her as I applied some of their lotions and gadgets on her aching, swollen feet.In time I became quite good at it. At least she seemed to enjoy my meaner attempts to comfort her. Trudy was now quite intrigued. She didn't know this older gent was widowed, not did she think anyone other than her would be familiar with "Happy Feet." Also she was beginning to feel that she might just have found someone to pamper her feet.rudy was by no.