The story I'm about to tell for thefirst time happened about six years after that first meeting. My wife and I had a sonthat was one at the time, and...Rosie was still single and would babysit for us often.One Friday night she kept our son at her apartment over night. On Saturday, she brought our son back to our house, but forgot to bring some of his extra outfits back.On Sunday, we decided to go to my in-laws for a visit. While on the way there, my wifesuggested that we stop at her sisters. I raised my hips, pressing against his mouth: I needed more. I clawed at the sheets and screamed. I was ready to erupt.Chip knew exactly what he was doing. He took me right to the edge — then, without warning, pushed fingers deep inside and curled them to rub that special spot. I was off. I trembled uncontrollably, the waves of orgasm flooding through every nerve in my body. Before it ebbed, Chip moved into position and needed no guidance in sinking his strong hard cock into my gaping sopping. Promise me.Me: Okay. Promise.She: Let’s sit and talkMe: I didn’t come here to talk with you. If that is why I came here, I would’ve done that over phone.She: I thought you’re gonna come for a little chit-chat.Me: We can do that outside also. Let’s not waste time. Come sit close to me.She: No, I’ll tell you when and where. Not here and not right now.I went close to her while she was sitting on the couch, I held her waist and started kissing her neck. She tried pushing me away a little in the. You sit down on your bed and I am kneeling down, at your feet, gently kissing the flesh that's bursting out of your tight high heels, breathing in the scent of leather mixed with your moist feet. I slowly take off those rigid heels, admiring your plump toes, perfectly done in a dark red color. I stuff my nose deep between your feet, intoxicated with their sweet, soapy, sweaty smell. I want you to step down on the bulge in my pants and feel how hard I get just playing with your feet. I whip my.