“You like that?” I asked. “Oh yes sweetheart that feels wonderful.” She replied. “I could make it feel even better honey if you’d like.”...I said, “Oh yes sweetheart, do what ever you want to me, I don‘t mind.” She replied. So I took my hands out of her knickers and undid the zip and button on her skirt and let it fall around her ankles, then put my thumbs into the elasticated waste band of her large white cotton knickers and slowly pulled them down giving me my first good look at her beautiful. I can’t even guess how many times I came that weekend and while I didn’t write down any score or anything I believe it was eight times for my husband as we either slowly made love or he violently fucked me. No, it must have been nine because once I gave him a long, sloppy blow job until he flooded my mouth. Yes, we’re both a little on the high side of thirty-five but we still don’t want to keep our hands off of each other. We’re both in pretty good shape, probably because of good genes and some. ‘I don’t get to go out often. I just needed a break.’ Her voice had become a high-pitched whine, begging for Sage to understand. ‘You should have thought about that before you decided to have kids,’ was her sister’s only reply. Childishly, Victoria stomped her feet. ‘You never want to take care of them for me so I can go have a life. My life is all PTA meetings and soccer games. I’m 23, Sage. Meanwhile, you, the supposedly good aunt, is out partying every night with you’re roommates. You don’t. I turned in my seat, moving into a better position to work on her feet and began to rub them. As I gently massaged her feet, she wiggled her toes in enjoyment. I put one foot on my thigh next to my crotch and one foot I held in both my hands and rubbed it some more.“I didn’t know you were a foot guy,” she said.“What do you mean, Heather?”“I mean I didn’t know you enjoyed women’s feet. You do enjoy women’s feet, don’t you? Do they turn you on?” she asked.“I-I guess so… maybe…” I said.“That’s.