Of course wifey had always acted very disgusted by this idea. About 8 pm I got a call from wifey, but when I said "hello" you could tell she had had p...cket dialed me. I could hear a guy and I heard her say, "oh, don't worry he isn't expecting me home anytime soon.". Now, reality was, I never found out any details, she acted like it was just her friend's hubby and that her friend had gone to get the movie and they watched it and she came home....but...she refused to let me touch her when she got. " I murmur into his shoulder. "I am fine. Now we should unpack your stuff." I say and release him from my hug. Saul sighs and lets me go but not before letting his hands linger on my face as he takes on last kiss."Unpack?" He looks doubtful at the idea."Sure, You are home, you get to unpack." I say in a chipper tone ... We spend the afternoon talking and packing and unpacking. Repacking. Saul wants me to have the herbs even though I keep telling him I have no idea how to use most of them. He. Es kribbelte leicht, als er mit meinen seidig weichen Schamhaaren spielte. Dann setzte Tim sich mit seinem Po auf mein Becken. Die Beine links und rechts von meinem K?rper. Mit beiden H?nden knetete er meine Br?ste durch, erst sacht, dann immer fester. Ich st?hnte schmerzerf?llt auf. Tims H?nde umklammerten je eine meiner Br?ste und quetschten sie fest zusammen. Ich bewegte meine H?nde leicht nach vorne. Tim sah mich nur b?se an, daher lie? ich es sein. Ich sp?rte, wie der Schmerz in meinen. So now I'm torn between taking my ass to work or worshiping my wife's feet for a few minutes. They were freshly painted. She keeps them done because she knows I like it, and I know she didn't shower before she went to bed. When it comes to foot fetishes there are so many degrees and levels. Some people simply like to to look, some are into arches, some toes, some soles, and some even the smell. Me, I'm all the above and then some. So with me knowing she didn't shower before bed, i was so.