As I reflected, getting yet another book wasn't going to help me in any case. I'd read enough of them already, and it had all been for naught.Even as ...aive as I had been when we were first married, I knew that there were a lot of sexual practices that other people engaged in that Martha and I didn't. An engineer to the core, I acquired 'manuals' — books on the subject, and read-up.Understand that I was never contemplating the more 'out there' activities, like swinging, or threesomes, or getting. After being done with dinner, she started to get ready by putting on this special perfume, given to her as a gift by her friend. Then she selected a very traditional and soft looking underclothing, with a matching silky soft cotton white brassier. Finally putting on the most beautiful church dress, she had bought for herself; a classic black dress hanging down to her calves but still provoked the onlookers with what was uncovered.As she reached the church, the noble man God was waiting for her. When I felt the edge of the bed against the back of my legs, I pulled him down on top of me.I was wearing a black dress that ended about four inches above my knees. I wrapped my legs around John’s body and it rode up immodestly, but I didn’t care and he didn’t notice. He was too busy kissing me deeply and using his body to crush me into the mattress. Then, using his forearms, he lifted himself just enough so that he could paw at my chest. He moaned into my ear as he fondled my big, round. Untying the shoes with my teeth, being careful not to drool over the tops of his shoes. Slowly sliding them off, then taking his socks off, my hands lightly caressing the top of his feet...then it begins, the kissing, sucking of every toe, the licking up the sides of his ankles. Running my hands up his legs, all while cleaning each and every toe, sucking on it like it was a sign of my oral gratification to come. The feel of his hand on the top of my head while I steady clean his feet after a.