She scooted round and laid along me, breasts delectably squashed against me, leg over my own and her bottom cupped in my hand. She kissed me, my own t...ste tart on her lips."Not so grumpy now?"All I could do was squeeze her gently before saying that I didn't realise I had been. Skye laughed quietly herself as she gently rubbed her lovely tits against me again."Ready for more?" Her answer came as my dick stiffened against her leg. She almost purred as she moved on top of me, spread her legs wide. WONDERFUL.” She squirmed as a buzzing sound filled her ears. Then she experienced the first orgasm that hadn’t been triggered by her own fingers. “OH Mr. C-O-P-L-E-Y.”Craning her neck she desperately tried to see what he was doing. His blazing eyes and wet face rose from between her legs like a seal rising in a tide pool. “ERIC,” Copley commanded at Myra’s use of Mr. “When we are making love Myra, I am Eric.”“Eric,” she said in a squeaky, tremulous, little girl voice. Making love, she thought.. While I was away, Michelle had opened a second bottle and refilled our glasses. “Nice package,” she commented as I sat down, her knee making contact with mine the moment I sat down. I blushed, I am sure, or at least it felt like it. “Your six pack,” she added leaning forward and patting my stomach. I was in such a state of anxiety that I was sweating and my T-shirt had stuck to my ribs exposing a bit of my stomach. I covered her hand with mine and gently raised it to my lips and kissed the back. Then it happened. It felt as if my cock was going to explode with the most incredable feeling of pleasure I could have imagined. My cock squirted all over her feet, the floor, making puddles between her toes that leaked onto the floor at the end of the couch.I would forever be addicted to foot fucking. My fetish made me take some great chances. I often crawled on my hands and knees into her room to search in the dark for her foot to see if it was in the right position to fuck. Once I gently.