Freya knew how helplessly addicted he was to her feet, to any part of her body in fact, simply because they belonged to the goddess that he devoted hi...self to."I worked up such a sweat today," she said, swaying her foot back and forth beneath Edward's nose like a pendulum, "and before my shower, I think it's only right that you give my feet a tongue bath. Don't you agree?" Yes, mistress," he uttered, captivated by the slender foot hovering before him. "Can you smell how sweaty they are?"Edward. Megan also enjoyed feedings from her bisexual friend.He had just finished his orientation and had the opportunity to meet some of the women that he was going to be attending classes with. In fact there was one in particular that reminded him of a combination of Maggie and Peg, the major difference being Cyn, she liked to call herself, had much bigger tits and she hardly ever wore a bra. This used to amaze Tim because her ample breasts sat high on her chest, no sagging, no drooping, and her. The women were so happy that Ab was back that they turned supper into a party. They even made apple cobbler for dessert. Ab and Pris retired early and left the kids with us.September 12, 1845Wanda and I started out working on window shutters in the morning and John, Ab, and Timmy started putting on shingles. Neither job was particularly hard, but both were time consuming. The first thing I did was to prepare all six window openings just as I had prepared the door opening.I decided I wanted. My mom started to rise up and down on my cock. The grip her cunt walls had on my cock felt so good. She had her hands on my chest and was riding me up and down. Mom would stop when I was all the way in and grind her clit on the base of my shaft before rising back up to where only the head of my cock was in her. A couple of times when she did this I heard her cry out a little and I felt he pussy spasm. She was having quit a few orgasms riding me like this. She was tired and I was getting close.