The girl in this pic looks almost EXACTLY like the girl who pretty much made my foot fetish official when I was about 15 and she was 14. I thought I'd...share the story in a casual way (and I'll try to keep it short and sweet if I can) for you foot lovers who may enjoy the sentiment. So without further ado.. I think I was in about the 7th grade when I started noticing girls' feet and feeling turned on about it. It started off pretty simply. I liked it when girls wore plain white ankle socks. I'd. He described how his feelings for Rene grew and their trip to St. Louis. I knew how he loved this other woman. Though they had not seen each other for three years, Tim still had warm feelings for her. When he said ‘I thought Rene loved me too’ I noticed that past tense. Using a counseling skill my mother taught me I replied, ‘you thought’. Tim wondered if he could pick-up again the relationship with Rene. So just before Christmas in somewhat of an intoxicated state he drafted a sad tale to. Some business types, "wannabe bikers", Scott said. Tough looking bike club members drinking by themselves and looking over the people looking them over. And, the bulk of the customers... just plain folks.Dolly, Scott's mother, was a beautiful, mature 57 year old woman. Dressed in conservative clothes... a loose sweater and slacks, she was a 5' 2", 140 lb., platinum blond knockout. The sweater hinted at what lay beneath, but only hinted at the 38 DD cup tits under that sweater. Her ass, on. I blamed the booze, I blamed the bizarre situation and I blamed Bill, but those were all just excuses. In the end I wanted to suck his cock. I slowly took more of his long, thick cock in my virgin mouth, suddenly feeling determined to not suck at cocksucking, I know, ironic. "I think you were born to suck cock, Martin," he complimented when I had a third of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth.Each sly compliment only deepened my submission and enhanced my eagerness to please."Fuck, you have.