She knew about my foot fetish and I couldn't wait to see her when she walked of the plane with her long hair, hourglass figure and those feet! I can't...remember anything else about what she wore, but the shoes and exact color of her polish are etched in my memory banks. She had promised me unlimited access to them in our emails and phone calls, and as we waited for her luggage I couldn't get the image of those toes and heels dripping with my jizz out of my mind; I found myself absentmindedly. Donning one of my many wigs, I slipped on a sexy little dress I bought off Amazon. Paired with control top pantyhose I am a sexy 38-27-37. A pair of 4 inch ankle strap hi heels and I was ready to go.I am obviously quite passable as I regularly go for my daily walk/run in femme attire. So, I had no fear jumping in my car and heading to my favorite book store about 35 minutes away. Once I arrived I had to make a decision: go in and take my chances while throwing money in the video arcade, or. If there had been a man who struck my fancy I was ready to simply walk up to him and tell him what I wanted. No games and no expectations to see him after tonight. I suddenly felt alone and wished I had the guts to take advantage of the driver. I needed to chill so I put the wine bottle on ice and drew a bath. I lit a couple of scented candles instead of using the lights and stripped down. As the tub was filling, I went back to the kitchen and retrieved the wine. I didn’t bother with a glass. I. I'll see you in the morning."I walked into the closet I called a bedroom, and curled up and went to sleep.I wasn't asleep for long before I heard a strange noise from the other room. I quietly opened the door and looked out, and there was mom sprawled out in front of the Christmas tree and a man wearing a red jacket and no pants had his head buried between her legs.He wasn't fat and he wasn't old. While he did have a white beard and hair, it wasn't nearly as long as his classic image. In fact.