That felt cold, but soon forgotten as she proceeded to lick me clean, starting around the base of my cock, working down to my balls, then up to my coc..., sucking it down her throat, and then pushing my legs away so she could get access, she rimmed me as she licked all of the chocolate up. I was so hard that my cock waved like a flagpole in a gale. Then she grabbed a stick of celery that had come with the cheese, and held it out to me. My turn……..so again ordering her to get undressed this time,. "You keep looking at my feet. Are you some kind of foot-fetishist?" Er... no, just an enjoyer of the female body in its entirety. I'm not sure it's really a fetish anyway. Nobody talks about the breast-fetish or the hair-fetish, do they?"Then I thought I would risk a personal question. "Doesn't your husband worship your feet?"This seemed to surprise her. "I don't think he's ever noticed them."That gave me another electric shock - the idea of those lovely stockinged feet walking through life. Anil aur Bhushan dono hasane lage. Bhushan ne kaha ‘Uncle ye hui na mardo vali bat. Amar ne kaha bete Bhushan jab mai tumhari maa Chandana ki gand mere lund se fadunga vahi hogi mardo vali bat fir sab hasane lage. Bhushan ne kaha uncle mere mom chandana ki gand aapake lund ki rah dekh rahi hai aur fatane ko bekrar hai uncle aapka kala mota taja lund meri mom ki gand chir dega to bada maza aayega. Amar Bola thik hai Bhushan muze dikha de mere chikni Chandana ke photo fir Bhushan ne Amar ko. This is a lady whowas in Hospital the same time as my wife and her Husband. She had, hada major stroke and it has left her with similar disabilities as mywife. Karen and Patrick have remained good friends since. This will bethe first time we have actually seen them since I started on hormones.She knows nothing about it. Hopefully everything will go smoothly.Tuesday Morning. At least my wife is now talking to me about my futureactions in preparation for changing over and not getting upset. I.