Nice and gentle yet firm. It is like an art. But the way you lick, you are so clumsy' She slapped me on my face. 'A t times it feels as though you are...trying to tickle them and other time you are so rough – I just feel like slapping you. Only rarely you lick like the way feet should be licked. Your dad was so good at licking my feet. He would lick them for hours and it felt so relaxing.’‘I am really sorry Ma’am. I want to learn how to lick your beautiful feet properly. I beg you Ma’am please. I was still in my school uniform which consisted of a white blouse, school tie, short black skirt and black tights. I wasn’t really paying attention to the conversation the others were having but while looking in the fridge I thought I could feel a pair of eyes burning into the back of me. Without trying to draw any more attention I adjusted my skirt ensuring it was down and I wasn’t exposing myself. After getting some cherry tomatoes to keep myself going until dinner I turned around to chat. Her hand was carelessly stroking up and down her glass, tracing patterns in the condensation with her fingertips. I gazed, mesmerized as she removed her hand from the glass then trailed a line down her neck, her cooled fingertips drawing to the hollow of her throat. Her wet lipsticked mouth was slightly parted, the tip of her tongue moistening her upper lip. I watched, fascinated, as a single water droplet disappeared into the folds of luminescent silk.Her nipples pressed against her blouse as. A finger tip circles around the outer lips of my pussy, tickling them. A hand works up my other thigh, massaging and dancing all the way to my knee again. I sigh, anticipating, wanting so much more. I was heating up again, but the fan helped to cool me down. His hand starts the journey back up my thigh. I hold my breath waiting. I am getting wet now, anticipating more. The fingers play at the edge and dance in my little curly pubes, then go up to my belly, just barely touching the skin. Then.