With a quick glance at Dave through my dark lenses, I decided there was nothing more I could do and took a cat nap. A buzzing in my ears woke me up, a...d I mentally ran through how I looked, sure enough, my body had maintained my pose while I slept and I casually sat up, twisting slightly to stretch and also to check to see if Jenny and Dave were still here. I saw Jenny, but Dave wasn’t next to her, frowning I let my eyes trail over the pool area and found him swimming in deep end, not too far. Too conceited!’ Maggie leaned close and whispered as we left Georgia and her companion. It had turned chilly and I draped Maggie’s jacket protectively over her bare shoulders. I didn’t like him at all! The lustful way he looked at Maggie reminded me that although I was her escort for the evening she was still my aunt, that she was twenty years older than me, and despite my secret fantasies, nothing could ever happen between us. I just hated the thought that she might want to start a. The one person whose feet I obsessed over, however, was my very own mother. Ever since I could remember, Mom would wear a skirt with pantyhose and heels to her job at one of the bank branches in town. And every afternoon when she would return home, I would just stare at her feet fantasizing about what I would love to do with them.I spent many a night digging into the laundry basket looking for one of her used pairs to masturbate with as I drifted off to sleep. I was fortunate to have my own. Then sheblushed crimson again at her thoughtless daring. She shouldn’t admit to somethinglike this! She wished she could take her words back but the excited young virginsoon forgot about her mistake as Herb pulled the moist crotchband of her pantiesaside and ran his finger up and down the juicy groove of her bare cunt.“Aaaaagh!” Gail gasped, attempting to jerk away. All that her frenzied effort did,however, was to guide Herb’s finger even more deeply into the heated slit of herjuicy-coated.