I began walking the few blocks over to meet Mr. Black at the club we had agreed to meet at.I arrived at the club aftr walking from my house, and hoppe... in the short line to get in. It was an 18+ club, so the bartender took my I.D. said, "happy birthday" and let me in. I felt a bit chilly in my skin tight leather pants and thin shirt. I went in to hear the bumpin" loud music playing some old school Black Eyed Peas," as i strolled to the bar and sat my ass down, poking out a little to look more. ..while still wearing the shoes, I make you kiss and lick them through the arch cleavage, then inhale the feminine, musky scent of my feet mixed with shoe leather.You're jerking your little dick harder now, and I can tell that you're getting really excited, so from there we move to my super-wrinkly and oh-so-soft soles. Removing my shoes, I tell you to sit up, hold your head still, stick your tongue out and hold it there as I rub one sole after another against it, moving each foot up and down. After school I took pictures of the girls track team. My new telephoto lens would let me catch them from far away. That was great because I was so far away that they didn’t actually know that I was taking their picture as if I was just a few feet away from them.When I got home I downloaded the pictures and looked at them. Oh my God! None of the girls had any clothes on. No one of the people in any of the pictures was dressed. Everyone was nude, everyone. I went right down stairs and snapped a. Both demanding and tender, rough and hard, but also slow and sweet, Zach’s lovemaking and his wonderful dick make me feel so incredible.I decided to stay a week and had a great deal of fun. Zach and I had dinner with the Winslows that resulted in a hot mini orgy. When I asked about the Frat orgies, my son explained that they only held those two or three times a semester. “Otherwise, we’d never pass our courses,” he laughed.The next weekend, I was selected as the final.