As a rubbed, my hand slipped up underneath her short gym skirt and I stroked her inner thigh gently. Without a word, as my hand moved higher up, her l...gs parted to allow me in. With my other hand I began to stroke her other, uninjured leg. This was going way beyond First Aid now, as I lifted her skirt to look down at her white cotton pantiesand those beautiful thighs.Watching her face, I stroked closer and closer to her most private areas. She never flinched as my hand gently brushed her. First time a guy touching my dick! I felt like in a dream come true and forgot about the movie.Slowly he cupped my dick inside the pant and his smooth hands made my dick erected. He started moving his hand up and down and whispered in my ear that you have a huge dick and I love to hold it in my hand. I just smiled. Then he told me that he is feeling like to lick my dick. I told him even I felt like to bang your ass but not here, people may watch us, will do it in my room. He agreed for. She had immaculate fair skin and the brightest of blue eyes that would draw anyone in. As she looked down at her body, she loved how the black demi lace bra pushed her B cup breasts up just right, showing just the hint of a darkened nipple. Her hands and eyes went down her body and traced the front outline of her simple see-through black panties over a matching garter belt. She thought to herself better not to linger there and settled her hands on her hips as she looked at the garters. "Wow, they're great," Kristen said, holding the foot in her hand, sensually rubbing it with her fingers, staring at the perfectly trimmed and polished nails.Moira now began to think that Kristen wasn't just appreciating her pretty, well-formed feet from the perspective of a pedicurist. She'd heard about foot fetishists, people who really got off on feet. Could Kristen have been one of these? Moira had never particularly thought about feet, her own or others', in a sexual way, but now that this.