She looked down at her bare feet cold against the wet slickness of the rocks, the waves swirling violently, crashing to and fro against them. This was...'t some nightmarish dream. This was reality!Greg heard another scream and ran closer now, his body getting soaked from the storm. He got up to where they stood and could see the man grabbing her arm and encouraging her to jump into the raging waters below. He quickly took action and ran up to them."Leave her alone!" he yelled at her husband."Who. Her ass swiveled as she strutted to the front door. She was wearing these pink shorts with black trim. Missy looked hot. I didn't say anything and just started. She put her hand on the door knob. I didn't say anything. Then she turned, tears were running down her face. She looked so cute, even when sad. "Aren't you going to stop me from leaving?" I heard her desperate plea in her shaking voice. I didn't respond verbally..,...I walked over to her, my towel loosened.....It fell off just before. I noticed that she was wearing a gold ring on the middle toe of her right foot and a silver ring on the middle toe of her left foot. The rings made her feet look even more enchanting and, somehow, mysterious. I was madly in love with my cousin’s feet.“Would you like to kiss my feet slave?” she asked while bringing her right foot up and resting it on my shoulder.“Oh yes Mistress Janice, I mean supreme Goddess Janice,” I stammered.“Then beg me slave; beg to kiss my feet,” she ordered.Oh how much. Mrs. Fairchild came next, as I recall. She used to be my landlady. Don't you think she's disgusting, I mean, she always smells of cheap perfume and cigarettes and I've seen first time transvestites do a better job of their make up. I'm surprised you could keep a straight face as you watched helplessly, while she unlaced that ridiculous girdle she was wearing. And for one awful minute I thought she was going to leave that cigarette in her mouth when she finally started to climb on top of you. I.