Sarah looked from one brother to another as each one stared at her. The expectant look on her face as she wondered just what they were thinking spoke ...olumes.“Well!”“If you think you’re going out wearing that fucking dress then forget it.” Phil shouted.“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing? “Sarah shouted back.Looking down at her dress Sarah couldn’t see a problem with it. The short red dress clung to her figure showing off every curve. The long sleeves covered her arms tightly but still managed. She put her hands in my hair and grabbed 2 fists full and pulled and pushed my head around, directing my efforts to her sensitive spots. Suddenly Em tensed. Her body rigid, her thighs came to a close around my ears, and she shook. “Ohhhhhh yesssssss.” She blurted. “Yes fucking yes!” and with that her entire body convulsed. My fingers were locked in place but could feel her pussy clamping down, waves ripple through her muscles, and her climax hit her hard. I licked at her clit again once she. While most foot fetish fantasies are about getting their cock stroked with feet, mine is more into the smell and taste of her feet. Obviously, I never want them washed, and I prefer to have them after being in her work shoes all day. They are always soft on the soles, and have that musky aroma every time….EVERY time! When I get to have my way with her, I take my time and enjoy the seconds like they were hours. My favorite thing currently is kneeling next to her naked body and her feet in. I didn't do probably what you're supposed to do and I wished I had a silencer. I pulled my 9 mm and fired a single shot hitting the guy in the head. Sure hope his blood didn't get all over the garage wall. It would be hell to cover up.Sarah and Bobby both turned toward me. I tossed the MP5 to Bobby and as I approached them, handed the Glock to Sarah with the extra two clips. I said, "We can do this two ways, raise this door and destroy the Suburban with the MP5 or go out the front and back and.