" he said sheepishly.A tired grin curved Jane's mobile mouth. "So, I am not goodenough for your sons, Eric?" she asked with a touch of herusual caust...c tongue."What I should have said was that I hoped my boys would growup with the type of family and support that would make a shocktreatment like yours unnecessary. I am afraid Michael isconvinced that I would never condemn my poor babies to yourevil clutches under any circumstances." I don't suppose he'd believe you if you pointed out I am. Ugh. I begin salivating I'm sure while defending the foot fetish thereby proclaiming mine. My eyes completely mesmerized by her barefeet in front of me as I resist the urges to drop to my knees and pounce on them and do every delicious act of foot fetishism that she brought up. I had to even admit that I like the scent of a woman's feet sweat. I did so because she told a story about a roommates bf that had terrible foot odor. I had to let her know that we give off different smells and womens. I thought it would be easy to find available men. It was, but not right away. To begin I went online to sex sites offering my company to local men. It turned out that their wives monitored what the men were watching. So, I thought of picking up men at bars. Older men drink but usually after golf at the club or social events with their wives.Again, I struck out and was getting nowhere until I hooked up with a man during Happy Hour at the Pendulum Bar and Grill. Drinks were half price from four. Just tell me how I look in this saree.Me: nice divya.Divya: wht just nice!Me: I want to tell some other thing but you will take me wrong.Divya: dei chi tell da, I won’t take you wrong.Me: you are damn hot and sexy divya.Divya: oh really , do you think I’m sexier than your dream girl.Me: if you were not my cousin . you would be my dream girl.( with smile).Suddenly she started laughing at me. Then divya came and sat so close to me and put her arms around my neck. I was sweating hot at that.