It’s a formality, but it needs to happen. Sign here,” she said, handing Tom a pen and pointing to a signature line marked by one of the flags. Tom...looked at Laura, but she had no idea what was going on. She shrugged.Tom took the pen in his painted fingers and scribbled something that looked like a feminine “Claire Hutchins.”“And here,” Julie said, flipping to the next signature space. Tom again signed.“And finally... here,” Julie repeated. Pointing to the last signature line.After Tom signed. Our eyes met as a clash of soulful brown against piercing blue, and I watched as his lips traced the words I wanted so desperately to hear. Suddenly, he threw back his head and laughed, a raw, booming sound that spread warmth throughout my limbs. Pride welled up because I had caused that burst of happiness and humor, so strong he had a sound to go with the emotions. With the ease and grace of an athlete, he jumped over the counter and landed in front of me with nearly no noise. Within point. “Yep son, those big ass feet ya got stink—they stink bad”. I shoot dad a grin, and just say “Why don't you lean in a bit—maybe you can smell them better” with a coy shit-eatin grin. Dad actually does, and leaning from the recliner, grabs both feet by my ankles, and plants in face right in them. With a deep inhale, he backs off and exclaims, “Damm boi. You are funky as fuck ! Jeez I aint never smelled some feet like that—they like jail feet or something”. I grin at dad, and unaware at the. She endorsed me by passing a smiley and looked at me with so love. So I mislaid my right hand over her left thigh. It was very fair and so soft. So I started fondle her thigh and moved my hand over her pussy over the panty. She breathed deeply.I felt the sensation in her & I felt the heat pour between my legs inside panty. At that time, we were both kissing each other’s lips very passionately. Holding her both hands I kept those aside her body. I went slowly down towards her front neck and.