His hand reached down inside my dress to touch my pussy. I was wet. Yes, I was wet because my son was doing dirty things with me. I again wanted his c...ck, the same hard nice cock with which he fucked me last night in my room. I was squeezing his cock through his pants and I moaned when he slid my panties aside and inserted a finger in my pussy. “Fuck me,” I moaned, “Yes, fuck me,” I said again and turned. Scoot lifted my dress and pulled down my panties down to my knees. He spat on his fingers. I think I strutted lol. A guy at the bar bought my drink as I sat on the stool, I mentioned that my feet were sore from my boots, the guys eyes seemed to light up and he said he would rub them better, I found myself a feet guy and some of you know how much I like my feet being worshipped! I told him he'd need to be very gentle with them as I'd been walking all around Amsterdam (mainly the red light district). He led me to a couch where he unzipped my black ankle boots and slipped them off, it. We both are and have been sexually attracted to each other and there has been a mutual feeling, unsaid, yet one that has been building for a long time between and among us", before she stops me to say she has to use the restroom and to hold that thought. She returns. "The two of us we have never really spoken about it, we have both felt it in our hearts and groins." She says hello, and states, "Yes it has weighed heavily on my mind and crotch and I know it has on yours also, I could tell and. Also, I had been under the impression that she and Peter were dating. At least, that's what one of the other girls on the cheer squad had said while we were gossiping. It was always news when two members of the squad hooked up. The only reason I was back at school at this late hour was that I had forgotten my French book in the locker room after practice. I was just going to go in and grab the book. Then, I'd make my way home so that I'd have enough time to finish my report for the next day..