One evening I picked her up and rather than spend an evening at some preordained activity, I asked her if she would consider coming to my place for an...evening of wine and Netflix. She agreed. I was stunned when I picked her up. She was wearing a pair of tight-fitting jeans, and a yellow halter. The top cradled her breasts perfectly with her hard nipples standing proudly. The look on her face was one of self-satisfaction as it was obvious that I approved. We arrived and got comfortable on the. We drank to our friendship, to what he termed my “brilliant future” and nearly everything else he could come up with to toast. The clear liquid burned my throat and warmed my belly. I was soon feeling relaxed and content, and finding it much easier to chat animatedly with Franz.We carried on conversing well into the evening, pleasantly passing the hours. With a few drinks inside us, the barriers between us gave way to a comfortable frankness usually shared between good friends of considerable. My cock got hard and throbbed a little. " Mmm.. Sorry. Maybe you should take off ur panties so you don't get them to wet." She nodded and laid down on the bed. " Will you do it for me please? "she said seductively as I nodded. I walked below her and slowly took off her panties. she smiled blushing. I put down her pantied onto the ground, she pulled off her tank top as her bright, hard, pink nipples showed. I took off my shirt, shoes and socks. She slowly rubbed her foot up to my chest. I slowly. ”She said that it is a practice. The practice spread from these villages to the estates and the surrounding villages. The estate women even participated in festivals while belly riding. Until real civilization came and the recriminations of the civilized world. The practice died out as a result of guilt and condemnation. Except in the remote villages where it began. But, in response to the encroaching civilized world’s negative influence, they isolated themselves even more, eliminating contact.