.what you're doing Chloe? Put your jeans back on..."She put an hand on her soaked panties and started touching herself."I cannot... I cannot hold back...myself... I don't know why Noah. Your scent is making me wet. I'm so embarassed, that's why...please put away your feet"Hearing these words Noah could not help but smirk. All these time people taunt him about his feet, so why not taking a little revenge?"So...you're saying that..." and he slowly removed his stinky soaked socks. Then he put both. 'Consenting adults can do whatever they want about sex, ' was one tenet. If she didn't want to have sex she didn't have to.But she did. But she didn't. But she did.Tears ran down her cheeks as she sat. Her late husband, Mark, had been so wonderful. He would have known exactly what she should do. They been so wild when they'd met in college: she'd been a cheerleader, and he'd been the handsome lacrosse and baseball player. After their second date, they started having sex all the time, and it was. He didn’t have to tell me this time. I just opened up, and he slid it into my mouth. Then he sat back down in front of my willing ass, and tongued me feverishly. He sat up and put more oil on my asshole, massaging some into my hole, then two-fingering me like a piston firing. My asshole was hot, just from all the friction. He pulled out his oily fingers, and rubbed them all over this flesh colored, rubber cock-looking thing that I’d never seen before. He started rubbing the dong up and down my. He enjoyed the show of my wanton lust until he was ready to withdraw the appendage from my warm mouth.He bent down and his thick saliva coated fingers slid to the bare tits that I had spent months practicing to offer up to him in this position. My breathing became heavier, my skin grew flush and I could feel myself becoming even more aroused as his fingertips pressed into my soft tissue and edged to my pink nipples which stood at strict attention for the man who owned them. As his hands brushed.