His toes were brightred which matched his nails and lips. The blonde wig changed the wayhis face looked, thinning it out a bit."Okay Ralph, do you lik... this? I'm not mad, you are not going to bepunished. I just want to know if this is something you've always wantedto do or you did it on a dare with Bernie. Care to tell me?"Ralph teared up. "Dad, I don't know. I've never thought about it,except in some of those comedy bits on the video where everybody has todress up to hide, that stuff. I've. " you argue"Look, don't do it. Trust me. She'll think your lame." Then I'll take her to Big Girl for hamburgers." Hide laughs at your remark "I'm being serious, Hide. Quit laughing." I know. That makes it even funnier. You can't take her to a place called Big Girl." he says"Since when are you the expert? Fine, and where would you take a date?" you ask"That's easy. I'd pay attention to what the girl's into, and then pick a place I think she'd enjoy." he tells you"Such as?" you ask"Uh... You. When we go outdoors, I ask her to always paint her toes and wear sandals (my favorite color, both in paint and sandals, is red). When I say men staring at her feet and looking at me with envy, it gives great pleasure. It was one of those days when we were out shopping. A man in the store was constantly looking at her feet. He came to me and we started chatting. After some pleasantries, he got to the point. "Your wife has got lovely feet", he said. "I know", I said. I could see that the guy has. Making Bill lean forward; he was adjusted so his cock cage hung in the cut out and the strap fastened him securely to the table. Then cushions were pushed under his chest raising his head until he could clearly see the divan bed. Around them there was now a stunned silence; as John seemed wired for sound because as he spoke his voice resonated around the hall; as he explained for Bill's benefit what was about to happen."Bill your wife is a slut and cannot get enough real cock; but your poor.