He was telling it to whatever it was inside my head, the essence of my mind or soul that was me.I opened my eyes and stared at the mirror, subjecting ...y reflection to rigorous scrutiny. Try as I might, I couldn't stare at my eyes the way Jim did. I couldn't look deep within my own eyes and see what it was that he saw when he looked at me.Giving up on that tactic, I decided to check myself out physically. One thing was certain: my breasts weren't sagging as much anymore. I cupped them, feeling. "Running his hands over her tits, he replied "You feel fine to me," and they both laughed.Just then the other two arrived at a sprint and the aircar took off at maximum acceleration. Although she was feeling very woozy, Jacqui realised that she had been kidnapped and that Martha would be very angry."Stop, stop," she screamed, "You've got to let me go back." Shut up," said Leo, "You'll go back in the morning, when we've all had a piece of your action." No," said Jacqui, "You mustn't do that.. I looked up, into his amused eyes, as he took my breath away with his skilled movements. Faster and faster we began to move, as he slid even deeper into me. We were both sweating and panting, as he increased the rhythm even more. Suddenly, he grew harder, bigger in me. With a sudden tensing of his back I felt an explosion of hot, fiery liquid fill me. As he kept pumping away, I began to cum. Crying, my inner barriers totally destroyed, I screamed, "I love you" to this stranger who was holding. Thank you, these are great!” He looked at me and smiled. “Wow. Your feet are really photogenic. My, God.” He tilted his camera to the sky again and his enthusiasm was getting almost creepy but it was quite cute, too. I sat up slightly and noticed a significant bulge in his pants just outside my window and began to wonder if he was some foot fetishist. I realized that I was probably right on target as his moans were nearly orgasmic. “You can take more if you like.” I said. “I think my feet are.