"What'slife without a little kink, Nell?" he said. His pants were awfully tightand it was hard not to notice the bulge in his crotch. I guess he saw m...staring at it, and said that he had a proposal. He'd flip me an extra$500 in exchange for what Claire told him was 'anything he wanted'.Before I knew it he'd pulled off my skirt and was rubbing that hard cockbetween the cheeks of my ass. I did what I knew I had to do to securethose five C-notes, never letting on that this was the secret. So not only was she allowing me to engage inone of my fetishes, but using it to condition my mind to equate kissingher shoes with getting to fuck her. I have long ago stopped getting laidafter every time I kiss her shoes, but her silly little dicklette willonly get touched after I properly worship her shoes and feet. She haseffectively conditioned my mind to equate kissing her shoes and bootswith getting an orgasm, just like our making-out did so many years ago.After she removes the check from. ” A reply came in less than a minute “Okay sailor boy or Barney, what ever your name is. I was feeling really horny this morning and no one had ever given me such a big tip for a coffee before. Guess I just wanted to thank you. It will not happen again. Sally.” He was sitting on the head, the coffee had gone through him as usual when it arrived, the ID was hers, he smiled until he found out that her overt act had been only because of the sizable tip…and not the sizeable cock she had seen and. The first slight hint of the evening to come, after my brothers went to scope out the chicks playing beach volleyball, was when we laid our towels down on the beautiful soft sand. Mom lay on her towel and asked, "Jacks honey, could you put some lotion on me?"Dad had always done this in the past, and my dick rose to attention again just with the thought of touching my sexy Mother. I took the lotion, coated my hands and generously and gently lotioned my Mom's shoulders, neck and back. I then.