I was really hoping on holding off until we got home, but I was starting to doubt myself. My wife then reached towards the floor and grabbed a hold of...her heels, lifting them up. Never stopping her footjob on me. She first raised her right heel towards her face. She stuck her tongue out, licking at the inside, as if trying to get more of Mark's cum from her heel to taste."Do you need a refill?" I asked."MM, I'd love one, " she answered."I'm ready." I said.My wife gave me a few more strokes with. She saw that I was watching her and asked me how she looked. "Good enough to eat," I told her. "Not now maybe later, get up and get ready to go to the store," she told me. I asked her what we needed and she told me. I jumped right out of bed and was ready within ten minutes. She was in the living room when I was finally ready to go. She was just standing there waiting looking good in those tights and leotards, nothing else just that. I asked her if she was at going to put shorts on over those.. I realized one day, she was not the same Annie I knew before. She was timid and shy now, sometimes not even looking directly at me in the eyes anymore when we talked to each other. I think it was because of how her body was changing, she wasn’t sure if she was beautiful; I told myself I’d be the one to change her mind. I knew that girls went through changes as they grow older, but for Annie to grow so distant, I was quite dumbfounded. I was 17 now, and Annie just had turned 17 also. One. The second I exited the bathroom I was confrontedby a group of drunken American tourists pushing their way towards thebathroom, I couldn't really get out of their way, so I went in with all 5of the guys. It was a big mistake."Wow, you are such a slut, we didn't think you'd be so quick at learningyour new place, but you seem to be quite the fast learner." He said beforehe turned to the college guys that I came back in with."So which one of you guys wants a blow job from this faggot here?".