"so do you think my feet are pretty, youv'e been steering at them long enough" she sort of sneered at me "I ah I was ah" I could think of nothing to s...y, she had caught me off guard and I was flustered."aw, don't be like that, I think my feet are very attractive, lord knows Doofas here and the others take great care of them to make sure they stay soft and pretty. Don't think your the only one with a foot fetish there's probably at least a hundred guys and some girls on this campus who have a. Instead, his only worry was of throwing too hard as he did his best tokeep his score low, and there were occasional gusts of wind that stymiedeach of them once in a while. Someone's disc did go into the bushes acouple of times - that was practically guaranteed - but there were manymore on-target hits, including a very near hole-in-one by Susie (glancedright off the chain!) that her friends eagerly clapped for. AlthoughCaroline still won handily, all four of them did better that time thanthey. She was back into her lonely life. At night she was left with her thoughts. She wrestled with them, she agonized over them. It was so easy to remember being in Jeffrey's arms and feeling him touch her. But she needed to clear her head and figure out what she wanted. Did she want to be with Jeffrey or did she still want to marry David? Given her actions she wondered why she was even given a chance to choose between them. In the end there was a good chance that she might lose both guys. Didn't. He was silent. He demanded to know what the hell I was talking about. How was this possible? As reluctant as I've ever been to tell anyone anything, I told him the truth. I had just minutes before caught our son masturbating on the family room sofa, and I climbed on and fucked him. It was his cum inside me. More silence. Deafening silence. His hand remained there. I had no idea what he would do next. Still more silence.Then he quietly called me a whore. How could I possibly do that? With our.