I swallowed it enjoying the taste. I wanted to lick clean and swallow every bit of lucky dirt that was on her divine feet. My eagerness or should I sa... my desperation just made her laugh. ‘My feet are not going anywhere. Calm down. You know if you want to lick my feet a lot then you have to learn to lick them properly.’ ‘I am sorry Ma’am. I don’t understand. Am I not licking them properly?’ ‘When you lick my feet, it should feel like you are trying to massage my feet. Nice and gentle yet firm.. I started massaging her neck & shoulders enjoying the warmth of her smooth skin. She was wearing a particularly alluring perfume, which smelled very sexy on her. As I massaged her, nisa started making moaning sounds…. Apparently she was enjoying the rub…. And all the ooohing & ahhhhing was making me hot & hard. I was afraid if she turned around she’d notice the bulge in my pants. Soon after, my hands moved down her upper arms – she was wearing a sleeveless top – and I bent over to whisper in. But the idea Stacey had given me that I could “Visit” was interesting. So, I perked up the image she had given me wondering just what I needed to do. Finally I just thought “GO!” I laughed as I thought it couldn’t be that simple.Boy, was I wrong! I felt that white silk wrap cover me and when it lifted, there I was, in Stacey’s bedroom, hundreds of miles away from my body back in Center City.Her bed was exactly as in the picture Stacey had shared with me. Although, now the shades were pulled. Tell me about her.’ ‘Her name was Heather Dawson. She was a contractor on the base in accounting or something. That’s how we met. We started dating and a few months later we married. I guess she loved me but maybe not in love with me, if you know what I mean. I guess she was in love with the idea of being married to a pilot. When the rubber finally hit the road and I was sent overseas, reality finally hit home. I guess the second tour was just too much. At least she only left the marriage with.