Uski muskurahat dekhke mujhe baar baar apni kismat pe ghamand hone lagta. Vo bohot cute thi.Fir station aa gaya and hum utar gai. Hume bhook lag rahi ...hi isliye hum Mcdonald’s chale gai, vaha mere bohot mana karne par bhi usne apna bill khud bhara or humne apna apna meal khaya.Vaha se bahar nikalke hum soch rahe the ki ab kya kare kuki us waqt 10 hi baj rahe the subah ke and saturday ka din tha.Fir humne socha aise hi ghumte hai, humne ek-ek ice cream le li or bina kisi manzil ke bas ghumne. I told him I wanted to see Simon, and I think he might have been under the right influence of d**gs, because he agreed. Karen had been sort of keeping in touch with Simon, and he was very eager to see me. Life usually doesn't come together this easily, but there we were: at Karen's apartment (by the way she playfully dislikes my husband, and I think also wanted desperately to see Simon's marvelous chocolate cock) and she put down extra sheets on the bed in the spare bedroom. My husband had been. Cradling her heel in his palm, Kevin measured her foot—from the nail of her big toe, to the center of her heel—and then set the measuring tape aside to write it down. Then, he repeated the process with her second toe, and then third, all the way to her pinkie-toe.Next, he leaned forward and smelled the bottom of her foot. ?What kind of lotion do you use on these??Still hypnotized, Jackie answered quickly. Kevin wrote this down, too. He measured the width of her sole—across her heel, across her. Her eyes glistened as she smiled up at me, my cock spurting a second load. The thick wad of creamy cum began sliding down her pretty face, down her nose, past her closed mouth, on to her chin, before finally dropping down on to her small breasts. Her smile became a grin, she reached down between her cleavage, scooping the wad of cum in her fingers and dropping it in to her mouth, swallowing and then sticking her tongue out to show her empty mouth.I collapsed on to the sofa, I had cum so hard.