Her feet were amazing, they looked so soft, she swinged them around and memorized me, her watching me all this time watching her feet. They were just ...s long as my cock, maybe size 35 or so and glistened from what must have been some type of oil. She had a toe ring on the left foot and an ankle bracelet on the other !I finally broke away from my stare and listened to her.“Do you like my feet? “ She said, now, sounding vulnerable about the question.I nodded and stared.She swung them back and. Taken aback, I replied that yes I had seen her once, earlier in the week, with a large group of other ladies. She laughed now, soft, with good humor and a slight blush, and mentioned that we hadn’t taken our eyes from each other except on occasion that night. Now it was my turn to blush and I started to apologize when she told me not to, because she was as guilty of it as I was. She followed her comment with a smile, and then reached out to touch my hand. I was struck dumb and looked at my. Climbing onto the bed with him I put a dab of lube on my finger and massage his button. I watch as his toes curl and he looks at me with eyes full of lust. When I think he is ready I very slowly inset my finger into him, carefully fingering him so as not to hurt him and ruin the sensation. I reach up to find his prostate and gently begin massaging it with the same “come here” motion that he uses to hit my g-spot. While I massage his prostate I use my other hand to slowly jerk him off. By now. Trying my best to be sultry. I even bite my lip.He takes his hands and slides them up inside of my wet shirt, cupping each of my breasts and tweaking my nipples, rotating between playfully soft and hard. He lifts up my shirt, exposing them, and he puts his mouth on the left breast as I finish taking it off completely. “Your tits, I love your tits, Joan.”Nick takes one of my nipples in between his teeth and starts to flick it with his tongue. I put my hands through his hair and pull him closer.