After awile she fell asleep on the couch with her feet hanging off the edge. I very quietly crawled over to her feet and just stared at them for abou... ten minutes. Every onCe in awile her little toes would flex and my cock would throb. I worked up the courage and picked up her small toe to see if she would wake up. Nope. I very very gently placed my tongue on the sole of her foot, it was salty, it tasted like heaven. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I pushed my face as close as I. “What were you doing?” I asked Pat calmly.“I was sucking her cunt,” she replied, just as calmly.“I had her bent over the counter and was eating herfrom behind. It was quite nice, wasn’t it?” The womanalmost said yes, but her old man was at it again,ranting and raving. Just as I was wondering what weshould do with him he stopped dead in his tracks. I followed his gaze and there in the doorway to theback room stood Liz. I’ve said before that Liz was. "Is that clear?" he insisted I answer. This time I nodded.Old Ernie interjected his two pennyworth. "After your shameful behaviour to your own mother I am very willing to see you put away. Prison might do you a lot of good or it might make you worse. On my visits to various prisons one thing very noticeable is an excessive politeness to others - unless you are top dog. Top dogs are the roughest, toughest and meanest inmates and all others defer to them. If they don't they are often severely. “I’m Hal. Excuse me, but I have a sense that we’ve met -- Joan, that is, not Carol.” I thought for a moment, and got a similar, vague vibe. “It wasn’t on a date. I’d love one, though.“I’d offer you my arm, but it’s hard to escort when I don’t know where I’m going. Perhaps we might, however, hold hands?”If I were a real street girl, I’d probably have said something nasty about his wanting a girlfriend experience (GFE). Since that wasn’t at all outside of my actual interests, it wasn’t a.