She pressed back and went on sniffing.“They ... I like it, ok?” She sounded annoyed about having to say it.I chuckled.“It’s fine, little one�..., I said. “You don’t need to apologise for liking my feet. I’m happy you do.”She blushed.“Ok, can we move on?”“Fine, fine. Poor little Mandy.”I got out of bed and put some comfortable, casual clothes as Amanda did the same. When I was done, I sat down and wiggled my feet at her.“Slippers”, I said.Amanda hesitated a second, but then bent down to grab my. “43? You are way off. There must be something wrong with your eyes. I am 50.” She replied.50! I never thought she was that old. I am 30 and couldn’t believe she was older than my mother. I told her how good she looks and then we just made small talk.I couldn’t keep my eyes off those legs. I was dying to know if she wore pantyhose or if she was a stocking woman. I tried to get a look at her skirt to see if there were any signs of garters showing through. At that moment she spun around. My friend was married at that time and she was happy with her marriage. I have no one to share my feelings my emotions. I tried to contact her but she was on her honeymoon. I didn’t attend her marriage due to some serious work going on in office and i was assigned on a high value project which leads me to Singapore for couple of months. I missed her marriage. But it is not about missing her marriage.My life went in vain. I was alone having lots of ambitions and task to do. I visited a. Dawn had even greeted him warmly and made him welcome for the few minutes he had to wait for Helen to join him in their lounge room.But Helen had been worth waiting for, as she came to join him looking absolutely ravishing; so sexy. He was almost surprised that Dawn would let her go out with him dressed like that, clearly no bra and it wasn't too difficult to catch a glimpse of those glorious breasts.The movie had been forgettable but the date wasn't. They had sat holding hands and she leaned.