Fingers slid over her. Tara gasped as she felt his hands on her thighs. His thumbs brushed her flesh as he gripped and pulled the damp material away f...om her. She felt them unpeel as he pulled the sodden saturated material down over her ass and down. Discarded. Her dark curls were damp. Her scent filled the room. She gazed up at him, aware she’d never felt like this before. He dipped his head. His dark stubble rasped against the smoothness of her inner thighs. “Oh god,” she groaned. Her head. "Oh good, cos I love having my feet played with, Jerry." She wiggled her toes under the simple straps of her sandals. "You'd like to play with them, wouldn't you? I can tell by the way you can't take your eyes off them, Jerry" "Susan," I said, trying to sound as stern as possible, "just because I happen to enjoy girls in heels doesn't mean I want to go round playing with every pretty girl I meet. Now, behave yourself, and turn off the alarm so I can go" "Did you really cum on Jen's foot in the. She had been a bit plump when she was younger but now that she was nineteen, her figure was truly an hour-glass to be envied by females less fortunate than she. She did have a weakness for men but only if they were of a certain age. She found boys to be a bore and liked the company of middle-aged males and it made no difference it they were married or not. She too had a secret about her sensuality that was only known by her immediate family members. Hilda was equally as opposed to male. "A table?" Ashley asked."We could probably set up some kind of catered spread," I pointed out. "Which isn't a bad idea. Concubine Ashley go to the replicator in this room. We'll want a couple of large pizzas, a chaffing dish filled with with fried chicken, another chaffing dish with hamburgers, and then assorted snack foods and drinks. Don't forget cheese and buns for the burgers as well as toppings, but put those at the end of the table."Ashley looked at me for a moment. She just stood there.