" Please tell me about it, all of it so that I can understand better."Not knowing what else to do I looked over at Grace as she nodded andpermitted me...to tell him everything. And I did. I told him how I'vebeen dressing all my life, how my mom knew and helped me when I wasyoung, and it was something I never outgrew. I explained how I triedseveral times but it was always something I needed deep down inside. Istopped for several years and when Grace was away on long work trips, Ifound myself. It made it slippery and wet to her touch. That made it feel even better for him when she began to rub up and down his cock again. As she continued running her hand up and down his prick, he started to explore her body again. He began running his hands up her sides, grasping her breasts and squeezing them gently. Freeing her nipples and gently rolling them between his finger and thumb. The room was full of quiet moans of pleasure that they would not be able to hold back at this point. As he. A few guys started gathering around them, so I lost the view. I didn’t want to get too close and disturb what Leo was doing so I didn’t get any closer. Then, from behind me, I felt a man hug me, his large, arms crossing my chest. “How you doing?” he asked in a deep voice with a southern drawl. I recognized the voice but couldn’t place where.I stroked his dark arms. “Doing okay,” I said with a sense of unsureness.“Enjoying the show?” he asked.“Yeah, petty hot,” still trying to figure out who. I slowly stuck my tongue out and ran it across the bottom of her socked sole. The fuzz of the sock tickled my tongue, but again, that sense barely registered as the taste of her dirty sock enveloped my tongue. I lowered my head and licked from heel to toe again, savoring the taste."Take it off. I want to see if you'd have more fun with the sock like you did earlier, or with my real foot." Like a man possessed, my arms acting independently of my mind, I reached for her ankle. Guilt clawed.