"Yes, we were," James answered. He'd already crossed the room and briefly hugged the other two men, quickly looking at their limp organs hanging in f...ont of them. "Looks like everyone had a good time, too. Sorry I missed the action, but I got tied up at the office and couldn't get here any sooner." "That's ok," I told him. "I've had a great introduction to Gene and I'd already met Ed before I moved in." "I know," James answered. "I've known Ed for years now and once I talked to you about. My make-up skills are pretty good so I gave myself a sharper jaw, an Adams apple, a more defined nose, and thicker brows. I paired my new face with a very tight sports bra, a loose fitting tee shirt, and some baggy distressed jeans (of course with the strap on already on).I waited for Anthony to come home and see all the work I had done for him. It took about an hour before I called him to ask him when he’d be home from his shift at the hospital and he told me he was on his way. I was so. "Do you want to taste? I have never had a tongue on my foot, or my toes sucked on. Would you be willing to help me out with that?" At this point I can't believe my luck, and grab her foot again gently kissing the pads of her toes, then using my tongue I begin to lick the sole of her foot. I nibble on her heel, and get a little giggle from her, licking back to her toes I begin to kiss them, and suck on them. Her other foot is still rubbing me through my jeans, she tries to get my zipper with her. It never was. ‘I won’t do that. Yes, I like you and I find you attractive. I would love to play around and have sex with you, and more, but I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do,’ Stacey said as she put her hand on Carmen’s shoulder and Carmen sighed her relief. ‘I can’t do anything causal . . . I don’t know if I want to . . . ‘be’ with you, even just once. What if we did hook up and were you know . . . ‘together.’ What about Frank? If we did get ‘together’ I wouldn’t want to be.