I licked her soles and kissed her whole feet. Melinda was really enjoying my oral service to her feet. It was confirmed by her moans of pleasure. "Sha...n, you are spoiling me honey," She said as I was licking her feet."No babe, I'm worshiping the body of my sex goddess."It was time for me to move to the precious gift, her pussy. I kissed my way up and planted a kiss on her pussy over the thong. Even her thong was drenched with her juices. I pulled it down and there it was, her cleanly waxed. Thoughts flashed through her mind of the many cocks that had porked their way through her fannymeat over the years. She'd always insisted they keep her knickers round her knees or ankles. She loved the desperation of her knickers being yanked down for the quick fucks she'd had up the back alley behind the pub over the years. Some were quickies with sexy fellers she'd met in the bar, some were with any dirty old man that was around when she needed a fannyfuck, or sometimes, when their luck was. " She sipped her coffee and thought about it some more. Then addedcheerfully, "But I can lend you a pair of my panties, if you wantto feel covered, if they'd help you feel better! You've alreadysaid it, you don't want me to think of you as a man or to use youlike a man. Because you want to stay faithful to your wife. Well,I can respect that. But believe me, my husband is very much a man. So his clothes aren't really appropriate, they'd give me naughtyideas about your manhood again, and. I'll tell you about how Mason and I.. err, 'bonded' another time, but over time we came to know each other quite well. There was no real emotion between us, other than close male-friends who fooled around every few months, but he was somebody who had a specific itch that needs scratching and I was somebody who scratched his itch.I'd very happily sit having a beer with Mason in a bar somewhere, talking about whatever it is that guys drinking in bars talk about, and nobody would be able tell the.