There was a hint of saltiness, which excited me all the more. She shivered and let out the quietest of whimpers. I moved down the line, watching her...rub her clit and squeeze her tits, though it was mostly in my peripheral vision. When I reached the pinkie toe, I ended with a flourish, swirling the tip of my tongue around it.I looked directly at her for the first time when I did that. Her gaze was intense as she watched me tonguing her toes. She really was getting off on it, and that only. - Yes, I believe you do. How many times a day do you do it, sweetie?- Two or three times ...?Michelle squeezed me harder, almost chocking my dick.- I mean… seven or eight?- Seven or eight ... that’s more plausible. Here. Bend over, sweetie.I leaned over and felt her delicate fingers brushing gently around my balls, like singing on a piano, barely touching my swollen tight scrotum and then I felt a finger climbing up my taint all the way to my exposed bum hole.- And what do you look at when you. Will do...." and they stood up, shaking hands, grinning like fools in heat!..............................................................................Chris got home, his cock leaking profusely in his panties. Wife was at work as usual, so he took off everything but his panties, strolling through the house rubbing his swollen balls, thinking of next Tuesday, just like he envisioned in his fantasy; but this was real life! It was actually going to happen! He stood there next to his couch. Dash and bother, I wish I was my normal size once more so I could enjoy it better.”With a sigh, she began to walk along the garden path which was quite a chore for someone so small, since it was paved quite unevenly with mismatched bricks.“Perhaps not a Duke, nor an Earl,” she concluded, for it seemed that the garden had been ignored judging by the weeds growing up between some of the bricks. “A shame, for it must have been quite lovely and tame and now it has gone quite wild.”Soon, she came to.