I startled him slightly but he quickly spoke. “I am really sorry to bother you but would you mind if I photographed your feet?” He said softly as...his face began to flush. “You really have beautiful feet.” I looked up from my book just over the rim of my sun glasses. “You want to take pictures of my feet?” I said with a confused smile. “Absolutely!” He said enthusiastically. “You’d be surprised how wonderful a picture of a good set of feet would do to someone.” He hesitated. “I mean, your. She wanted to wake up my wife but I told her to go. We kissed and she went out. After about 15 minutes I went to bed room . She was still asleep with legs wide open. I bend on her and kissed cunt. She shivered a bit. Then I pulled cunt lips apart and ran tongue along slit of cunt . “ohh..maaster….kya kad rahe ho….ahhh.” she was still dreaming of tailor’s tongue in her cunt . I ignored and poked my tongue deeper and with two fingers pressed her clit.She jerked her hip and screamed “oouchhh”. During my years at college I got a little crush for a classmate, and we had a brief relationship, at least full of good sex. It turned out then that I was just another conquest for him to boast of, and when I found him in bed with one of the maids of a local pub, I kicked him out of my life. I always have been quite independent, since I had to grow up alone and I didn't really want to tie myself down to anyone. I got laid with a few men and even had some lesbian experiences during my years at. With a short practice almost nobody showers but because of my plans I decided to shower so I can be fresh for the city. As all of the other guys leave I call out "wish me luck boys!" They all laugh and wave me off.I finish up and dress by myself. As I leave the locker room and start down the hall way I hear a voice behind me "Where are you headed steven?"... Oh no it's coach...He is a very plain mean looking man with mean eyes. He has always disliked me and I suspect it is because I'm foreign..