Looking at me this time. I wasn‘ t going to spit the mouthful I was gobbling but I nodded a pretty definite yes and gave him a thumbs up. I'd been s...tisfied – slightly spoiled, if I'm honest — by the size of Olli's dick. and going by his skinny, wiry body Greg didn‘t look like he'd have as much to brag about. But if he didn't have much meat on him all over. he had plenty where it mattered. I felt myself goggle at the huge. wank hardened length he got out of his shorts. Olli saw I was impressed. The air was thick with the smell of my sex as I wrenched his cock free of his pants. It was a nice one, circumcised, big enough but not too big. I stroked him with my hand, rubbing my thumb through the pre-cum oozing out the tip. He groaned with pleasure, and I surprised him then, plunging my mouth on him, burying that shiny helmet in the back of my throat. I slowly withdrew, running my tongue along the ridge down the center of his cock, applying suction, making my mouth into a hot, wet sleeve. ‘Are you allowed girl friends?’ I asked. ‘Yes, even close ones,’ he replied. I knew then that our relationship would be different. However, no man had ever made me feel as important or as special as Austin. I simply assumed the sexual aspect would be eliminated. And that, I could handle. Sadly, our next chat seemed stilted and professional. For some reason, I had a hard time drawing him out. Already, I’d begun feeling him drift away. When he promised he’d see me the following day, I hoped. We discussed a variety of subjects, but she then brought up the subject of her feet, maybe because I could not keep my eyes off them. She told me that she never wore shoes inside because she liked the feeling of stocking feet on carpeting. She said it made her feel sexy.I commented that her husband was a lucky man to have a wife who always was in her stocking feet.She said that regrettably her husband had absolutely no interest in her feet. As she could tell from the bulge in my pants, I had.