I felt a little twitchdown below at the sight. Before I could stop myself, I reached down andsoaped up the area around my little guy, and shaved that....I didn't wantany unsightly hairs poking out after all.This was quickly followed by my hair on my stomach, my chest, andfinally my armpits. I was smooth from head to toe now. I gently slid myhand sup and down my body, feeling the silliness of it all. I just feltso sexy! I felt sexy? I paused for a moment, and took that in, this wasa new feeling to. I find that women who hide their feet do not like men to look at them. However this women was in no way hiding her feet. We discussed a variety of subjects, but she then brought up the subject of her feet, maybe because I could not keep my eyes off them. She told me that she never wore shoes inside because she liked the feeling of stocking feet on carpeting. She said it made her feel sexy.I commented that her husband was a lucky man to have a wife who always was in her stocking feet.She said. "Daniel's mouth hung open, and a slight noise came out of his mouth. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had expected a stern, strong looking man, and here was a woman who looked like she could star in the movies or pose in a magazine. Three other hooded figures unveiled themselves to be a gorgeous red head, a voluptuous ebony girl, and a sweet dirty blond girl with the most penetrating green eyes. They all shook his hand, and he witlessly greeted them with a shocked stare and stupid. I'd been scared before. Hell, I'd been outright terrified for my well-being, life, sanity and very soul on more than one occasion, and I'd been pretty much forced to learn how to keep going, working through the mind-numbing fear and thinking rationally.For the most part, at least."Well, well, well ... would you look at this? We have ourselves a bonafide hero on our hands. Though not much of one by the look of him." I heard a deep voice with an accent say mockingly. English from the Caribbean,.