I lifted the foot he was holding and put it near his face. I looked into his eyes as I told him, "You can kiss and lick it Tom. I'd like that."He swal...owed and then, tentatively, shyly,and slowly, he pulled my foot gently to his mouth and kissed my exposed toes. And then he held the shoe to his cheek. His fingers caressed the shoe and my foot and then he put the toe of the shoe in his mouth and sucked on it. I was getting higher and higher, my pussy pulsing, heart pounding as he kissed and. Monica had not told me about any visitor and it was very unusual that she skipped her weekly gym hours.I can't deny that the V70 got me a bit curious and as it is the most common car here and it didn't gave me any clue about the ownership. Our car register is a national register and information about a car owner is available by a cell phone. A text message of the plate was sent to the registrar and a few seconds later the car owner's name and address was returned to the phone.The reply from the. I was born on a Saturday, the very first one of 1964, January 5th to be exact, somewhere in the United States. That means that I am 55 as I write this in 2019. I graduated a year late from high school, because I took about a year and a half off during my school years, but I had a perfect 4.0/4.0 GPA. I went to the same University for my MBA that I received my baccalaureate from.I mentioned a husband, I married him in my late 20s, that was a little more than 25 years ago. and we had five happy,. I groaned and shifted, opening my legs slightly. I placed a hand on her head, to steady myself perhaps, or to hold her there? I honestly don't know.'So sensual, so sexy,' she murmured. Then she stood, holding my gaze, and walked backwards to a wide door set in the wall. The room had become charged with sexuality, with lust. I could taste it. She shrugged out of her bikini top, slid the swim shorts over her hips, and down her legs. She stood naked, proud, in front of me. I wanted her and took a.