He kisses me and it is surprisingly gently, like he can taste my apprehension and wants to brush it away with his lips. He takes my hand and leads me ...o their bed. He smells of whiskey and the sweet musk of cigarettes, she too smells of whiskey but underneath I can smell the lemon of her shampoo. As I walk, my towel becomes loose and I reach to catch it. A surge of bravery comes over me and I take my hand away and let it drop to the floor. I regret this immediately and feel very. Now here we are, sniffing each others feet, stroking each others cocks as if in a blissful dream. Image someone walking in and seeing that! His foot smelt heavenly, not too strong, but certainly present, a deep, rich aroma of salty sweat and flesh, tinged with a slight dirty cheesiness that would no doubt send a non-foot fetishist to the bathroom in a hurry. We peeled off each others socks and now indulged in our beautiful feet, my nostrils flaring against his sweaty bare toes, flecked with. His breath was replaced by his tongue."Ohhh noooo!!!" the preacher's wife moaned when Jack's tongue began lapping her pussy. She felt the familiar tingling in her loins... something she was trying to forget. She tried to fight it... fight the sin of pleasure... but she was losing. Jack's thumbs were prying her pussy open, and his face was pressed between her legs. His taut tongue sunk deeply into the preacher's wife's hole, wiggling around inside her. Marge squirmed from the titillating tongue. "Of course I know Pete. Why'd you bring that up??" Charles was surprised."It's October mate. You know what that means. It means that in a few weeks it is gonna be Halloween!!" Pete cried with excitement."Oh yeah. Never thought about that!!" Charles said in an astonished tone."This is going to be the first time that you are celebrating Halloween with us, since you last left," Brady chuckled, patting Charles on the shoulder.The last time they all celebrated Halloween was seven years ago, and that.